Her massive breasts were barely contained in a lacey black bra, revealing a cleavage most women would kill for. She also wore matching lace panties, w...th an open crotch. Her long muscular legs were adorned with black fishnet stockings, at the end of which were a pair of six-inch black stiletto heeled pumps. Her hands rested seductively on her hips. As she threw her head back in anticipation of another triumph, Stephen could see a very long cigarette dangling from her full lips. Her heels. Hands reached from all sides to fasten her wrists and ankles to the table, spreading her burning arse for more punishment. “I shall scream” she warned. There were mirthless laughs from the clientele.“Nobody will hear you down in these cellars” the Captain told her and he cut a fierce, red line across the flesh of her back with a rattan cane so thin that it bit like steel wire. She went rigid in her chains and drew a great breath. The Captain’s Wife span around and swung her whip with great. I wait… letting you fidget in anticipation as you try to guess where I will touch you first. My lips kiss your forehead, then gone. A finger slowly drags a triangle from your left hip up to your navel, to the right hip, then gone. My tongue circles your elbow, then gone. Hand pulls the strap of your tank off your shoulder, a kiss there. A finger traces the bottom curve or your left breast. Then nothing. You feel my warm breath on your face, on your lips, you lick them ready for the kiss you. Disbelieving, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind of whatever residual hallucinogen remained. As he did so the end of one of the laces picked itself up from the floor, pointed its end at Gregg for a moment before slowly threading itself back into his shoes. With a similar show of reluctance the other lace followed.It was impossible Gregg, thought to himself. Of course it was; but so was the obsessively neatly coiled spaghetti. And that was still where it had left itself, on his.