“On all fours, you have to follow wherever I go when I pull the leash. Be a good pet slave, little doggy,” he laughed.So with the ring gag in my m...uth and collar around my neck, I walked on all fours, following my master Jeremy. He pulled the leash and brought me around the whole house. He stopped in the kitchen when we reach a blue plastic bowl, filled with water.“Being a good and kind hearted master, I will allow you to drink now slut,” he said while he release the gag straps and took the gag. .to die...?" Some. Others were murders who deserved to die. However, if you are determined to stand in my way I will be forced to end you as well. I will rid your place of criminals and I will help those who wish to die. Make your choice."The journalist gulps, torn between his professional quest on one side, and common sense on the other.“Please let me see…those you killed…on request.”, he asks, hoping to look at the faces of the victims of this man. To his surprise, the hold is loosened, and. His hands reached behind her, lifted her skirt and cupped her bottom cheeks. I could see his fingers working the black silk into the crevice of her bottom. My penis was already hard. All morning,Monique had been subdued and silent as though nervous of what we had committed to. But I had sensed a different interpretation when, just before we left for the restaurant, she took me by both hands, looked into my face and said, “Do not worry, Chéri. You won’t lose me. I am ready, more. " I brush the hair from your face and touch your cheek. You know that whatever comes next you have nothing to fear from me. I guide you to the bed and a kneeling position in its middle. "Give me your hands." You do ... and I pick up the rope and tie them firmly together. You know I have done this before. I stand on the bed for a moment and pass the other end of the rope through an eye hook in the ceiling drawing tight on the slack and your arms instinctively rise above your head ... then.