‘Both of you, take her upstairs,’ said Tatiana, indicating Thi and Ginger. ‘I want her ready for dinner tomorrow.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Ginge... and Thi echoed. They pulled the struggling woman towards the hall and the stairs. ‘Let me go you fucking bitches!’ Bailey shouted. She tried to twist and kick her way out of their grip, but between the two of them they kept a firm hold on the chain and an arm. Bailey ended up thumping her knee on the edge of a wooden step and stumbling. The two finally. I then took her grabbing hold of her ass cheeks and made her sleep on the bed I bought two handcuffs from the store and cuffed her to the bed post. I then take her whip and whipped her on her ass. Of course, she moaned and cried and told me to stop. I didn’t.To let you guys know the previous flashback that I was reading a book. It was a book about erotic sex(BDSM and voyeur) about a guy falling in love with this girl and makes her a slave for sex it was called 50 shades of gray. From this very. "'When it's your turn, '" I quoted."'You better be ready, '" my father finished with a smile.I smiled back at him. I was inordinately pleased that he remembered. I turned back to Tiffany. She too was pleased, probably not with Dad remembering as much as with the way we were interacting."And its corollary," I added, "which was probably more important this week. 'If you're not ready, it's probably not your turn.'" I hadn't heard that one," Dad said, still with a big smile."It was at that. I stood up and took her by the hand, led her to her room. I turned her to face me and began kissing her softly on her neck and cheeks. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her all the while and looking deeply into those beautiful sea green eyes. I saw her womanly chest rising and falling with each slow deep breath she took After her blouse fell from her, she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, all she had on was a navy blue push-up bra and matching boys shorts. She looked so hot!.