And knew I would get the fucking I needed on the weekend.Several weeks into this arrangement I got a text on Friday morning - '...be at my place at 7p..., prepared to stay the weekend'. I had never spent the night, let alone more than one day. I was both a little scared and excited. The day flew by, and I went home early to shave, douche, and get dressed in one of my very androgynous outfits. I arrived outside his place at 6:45 and waited outside in my car until promptly at 7pm. I had a small. I missed a lot of school, got poor grades and didn't "fit in" with the crowd, this lead to fights, mostly me just getting my ass kicked. The school looked like some little prep school for rich kids, the campus was beautiful, the buildings and cottages were of the finest quality and design. I was a white trash type, I had never been exposed to the "finer" things. We had been told before I was taken from my so-called home that there were no bars, no "cells", it was a trust facility. After the. I then quickly tied them together with the rope, boy-scout style. She was now, essentially, hugging the tree. Unable to move, with no chance of getting free from this, she fought violently. Obviously the realization that something very, very bad was going to happen to her had finally hit. I decided to answer her previous question. My dear Lauren…you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. Its nothing personal, I assure you. If you behave and be a good little whore, then you can walk. As I soaped my body in the shower, many thoughts flashed through my mind. Was she a lesbian and if so what would I do. Well I will cross that bridge if we get there. If the price was right anything was possible.The lift stopped at the top floor and I walked down the corridor looking for the room number. The door was at the end of the corridor and I pressed the doorbell. Lady Charlotte opened the door and invited me in, as I entered my mouth dropped open at its size. Without noticing the.