Sitting on the couches andfine leather chairs were two Masters and two more Mistresses. Theirstatus was instantly apparent since they were all dressed...in blackleather outfits and comfortably seated. Their slaves either kneltat their feet or stood respectfully behind them. The slaves woremostly frilly, skimpy outfits except for one girl who was nakedwearing only painful looking nipple clamps. Her pussy was shavedadding to her naked, helpless appearance; and her petite body hadseveral welts as. .ummmm!''It's OK, Mom. It's just the two of us, and it's our secret, isn't it? Just relax, Mom, and don't say anything.' His hand went to the clasp of the bra in the middle of D's back and gently undid it and let it hang. D's eyes closed at the dangerous situation she was allowing to continue. She heard her son whisper, 'Take it off, Mom,' but he didn't wait for a response and just moved the straps gently on down her arms. D felt helpless and submissive as she moved her arms so that the tiny. As things like that happen most were flakes and weren't interested in doing anything but talking. There was one, however, that seemed promising. After talking over the site for a couple of days we finally decided to meet. On the night that we were to meet I fought off the nervousness and drove to the grocery store parking lot where I had told him to meet me. I wanted to meet in a public place the first time for safety reasons. Pulling into the lot I saw the vehicle he described he would be in.. I must find my place in this world, though I do not know that such a place exists for me.”“Oh, a place exists,” I told him. “And right now that place is here, with me, learning about a world you still don’t know.”He still looked pretty morose and walked over to sit in his chair. How soon Daddy’s old chair has become his in my mind! For a few minutes he picked up the basic arithmetic text I’d given him, but I could see his mind wasn’t on it and after a while he set it back down.And he headed for.