Some covering! Myleather boots and mittens seemed to call attention to my lack of anyother clothing more effectively than total nudity would have. And...thehalf-bent-over pose that my bondage forced me to assume made my barebottom jut out saucily. I knew that walking in this fix would make my asssway wildly and and give teasing glimpses of the feminine charms thatwere now half hidden in my bondage pose."Oh please, Mistress Rod," I begged. "Don't make me go out like this.It's just awful!"Rod gave. Perfect for a writing room or a massage table. I even checked the roof, it was all red tiles, the kind they make from what looks like little pipes cut in half. The surprise was the price, it was way less than what a comparable place in the Portland area would go for. It just about cleaned out my savings, but I also knew the check was due in a couple of months from the Casino for a huge jackpot that Ted had won several years earlier. I made a mental note to ask Jon about that, after all, the. In addition, your behavior toward Miss Sylvia is completely unacceptable. You are my slave and you are supposed to be learning how to be a servant, not just to me, but to your co-workers and especially toward those people who are offering you a chance to better yourself. If you had talked to me about your worries about the locker room, we could have found a solution that didn’t involve me and a stranger having to punish your disobedient ass. Now, you have wasted Miss Sylvia’s time and my time. You’re my toy for the night and I’ll do as I please with you.” She traced her finger over Dan’s chest, circling his nipple before licking and biting it. Dan moaned and felt her go to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He strained against the bonds only to hear Catherine say, “You may be a surgeon but it doesn’t mean you’re the only one who can tie the knots tightly and properly without damaging,” a lick to his lips, “anything.” “Catherine, let me up.” “No way, Dr. Dan Wildreese..