I hated satyrs. When I was a child, just a bit younger than now, a satyr tricked me into questing for him. Unbeknownst to me, this particular satyr wa... hated by the Council that governed my people. I didn’t find this tidbit out until almost too late, walking along the road I was met by a captain of the guard who, in a very scolding voice, told me I now had to redeem myself in the eyes of aforementioned Council or risk their ire for the rest of my life. When they asked me to poison the satyr, I. She wondered if he would make love to her. He was a lot older than her, but if he wished it, she didn't think she could say "no." Truthfully, with the way he carried himself, she wasn't sure she wanted to say "no."She looked up at him and smiled saying, "I understand, Master."He then asked her a question, which surprised her, "Has Lloyd ever humiliated you?"She looked at him and hesitated, as she already knew how he felt about Lloyd. However, she also knew she had to be totally honest with him. I'm not planning on leaving you. Please don't think that. In every other way you do it and you do it right for me. It's just that..." she ran out of words."Like what, Leslie? Does he have a bigger dick? What?" I said. I was still so calm. She was actually becoming frightened. "You were planning on staying married to me, just so long as I didn't get too upset over you fucking my best friend? Is that about it?" I said."It's not like that. You and I can still do it too. It's just that his..." she. ?Yes Mistress Tammy!!? whimpered Michelle.Michelle, who was already naked (unlike her African-American Mistress who at least had her panty on), climbed into the bath tub, laying down, on her side. Michelle had no idea what was in store for her. Tammy then brought out the two cuffs she took with her out of Michelle’s bedroom. Tammy cuffed Tammy’s wrists together, behind her back. She then cuffed the Blonde’s ankles together.Finally she put a mouth gag on Michelle’s mouth, to.