I invited him in and strutted to the kitchen in my robe, retrieving a glass of water for the strapping young officer."I've heard some strange noises o...tside: would you mind investigating?" I asked him.He sipped his water. "Of course Miss" he smiled, assuring me that he would get to the bottom of this, and walked out the door. I watched him through the window for a few minutes but soon sat on my couch again, waiting for a response.After about 5 minutes of investigation, he returned through the. ..you'll look back onthis and thank me. Oh I can tell you have no idea what I'm talking about.Well first things first. It's not really necessary for you to knoweverything I have planned is it? I mean you still want to be with me don'tyou? What? I can't hear the chain on your nipple clamps jingle. Ah that'sbetter. You must realize by now that everything will have to change aftertonight. We can't go back to the way things were. No...I'm afraid that partof our life is all over. Yes, it was nice. It was my choice. Also, since my divorce, I had begun to enjoy the company of men. I dated. I had men over. And sometimes, they shared my bed.But now, I had a young adolescent living with me. Things had to change. Out of respect for my son, I voluntarily elected to compromise my freedom ... I felt I needed to shield my son from the realities of my sex life so the men were gone, banished. This was quite difficult. I am by nature an extremely sexual woman. Also, I promised myself that from now. My clothes (and you, Dearest Diarie) were thrust into my hands, and I was marched unclothed to another hold, where I now await whatever demoniacal punishments these Hell-Wenches can conjure up to inflict upon my miserable person, at Captain Miranda's diabolic pleasure. Woe, woe is me!June 20, 17--My dear Diarie,After several hours awaiting my punishment in torment, mingled only momentarily now and again with memories of the pleasures I had enjoyed with my dear Amelia, (during which I learned a.