"Then to the lounge room we go, Miss Mickey." He patted her hip, and she swung off him, sliding across the smooth floor until she stood up and led him...to the lounge room. He followed her and admired his handprints on her left ass cheek. They arrived and she drew one of the curtains. She paused but seemed to decide both didn't need to be closed. She selected a chair and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes hooded again."Would here do Detective?" Bend over," he said. She obeyed and folded. “To be tied up. To be at the complete mercy of someone’s play.” Christie closed her eyes as she spoke, imagining being his. His touch startled her as he grasped her hand. She felt his thumb stroke her wrist and his fingers caressed the back of her palm. He got up and stepped closer, leaving a slip of paper in her hand. His body heat pressed against her as he leaned in, cheek to cheek. He whispered in her ear, lips grazing her lobe as he spoke. “Tomorrow. Your mine. Totally.” He captured her. Typically, I let Kenny, the assistant manager, open in the morning and cover until right after lunch when I'd come in to make sure the kitchen was ready for the dinner hour. One Wednesday I planned to be a little later due to a doctor's appointment. No big deal.No big deal, at least, until I came in and found Kenny fucking the hell out of Dana in my office. She was sitting on the edge of my desk, dress pushed up, legs wrapped around Kenny's waist urging him on as he stood there, in MY office,. She mounts the bicycle. A short length of elastic hangs from each nipple clamp. She hooks these to rings on the respective straps on her legs. Her nipples and breasts are now distended towards her knees. Setting a timer on the bicycle to 5 minutes she pedals as hard as she can. Her nipples are stretched at every rotation of the cranks. The clamps are specially designed so the harder the elastic pulls, the more firmly the serrations grip the nipples. When the timer sounds, she stops pedalling,.