My original story, about going to a weekend conference, had involved metaking a short haul flight from London to Manchester, so as far as shewas conce...ned, that was where I was. But they were going to have to getme to speak to her at some point, if only to lay the ground work for hernot being able to contact me easily later.I had gone back to sleep after my second feed, during which time Nannychanged the hypnotic suggestions coming through my headphones. If shetriggered me with the words 'Speak. Hours passed as she hunted online for answers on how shecould enhance the effects that the medicine she was already taking, hadcaused. Just as she was about to give up she found out about a set ofvery harsh chemicals that had once been used to ripen fruit on somefarms. This chemical caused human skin to look like it was old, if thetwo were exposed to each other.Due to the fact that the chemical had long since been banned due to theeffects of it on human skin, the effects she wanted, it took. With little warning, my second orgasm overcame me, and I squealed in delight as my juices flowed all over the dildo filling my tingling pussy. As I remained impaled on the dildo, Mrs. Jones got up and went a second time into the bedroom, returning what appeared to be two long leather straps, one of which separated into two thinner straps at it's midpoint. She also had another dildo with her, an inch or two shorter than the one filling my pussy. Without saying a word, Mrs. Jones wrapped the. ..”Emily rolled on her side to look at him. “You don’t have to compete. I’ll go where I’m told.”Dennis sighed. “I guess you’re taking this slave thing pretty seriously?”“Completely.” Emily sat up and rose from the bed. “I don’t think it works unless I commit myself to it absolutely. You must understand the appeal of a total lack of responsibility for your own actions.”“Touche,” said Dennis.Emily rolled her eyes. “Not that kind of irresponsibility. I mean the kind where you can let yourself be.