”She told him what kind of car she drove and she would meet him there. They signed off and prepared for the blind date. He dressed in a polo with so...e logo on it, blue jeans, gray sweat socks, and cross-trainer shoes. He did a lot of walking and had found that it does not matter what you wear. He wore his standard outfit. He wore no underwear; he found them constricting. Especially when his cock was hard.He found her car parked far from the store entrance. It was easy to find. As he approached,. Invisible hands began to untie her straps one by one. The man rolled her up and down without even thinking that she might get hurt somehow, and that scared her even more.?On your feet, bitch,? said the voice after all straps were gone.She began to get up: on high heels, with hands cuffed behind her back it wasn’t easy. When she managed to straighten up at last, she felt that the man was uncuffing her hands. Taking one bracelet off, he grabbed her wrist, lifted her arm and fastened another. Now Katie’s quite the looker but there’s something quite offish about her that I hadn’t quite been able to put a finger on. So she walks towards me with a look on her face that seemed to imply that I had been sent to her by God, she smiled her most radiant of smiles that might have put several stars to shame and asked for a puff, she went on to explain that she had for the longest period wondered where to get some weed for herself as her supply had ran out and she was finding it hard to locate. After and hour and a half on her right foot slave put Miss Cameron's right foot and rested it on her shoulder and gave the same treatment to her left foot. By the time she finished and kneeled at attention it was well passed 10pm and Miss Cameron was tired. Miss Cameron announced "I'm going to bed, you will come upstair and massage my feet while I fall asleep. You will massage my feet all night as an act of celebration of you submission to me." At that the night had come to an end and the start.