Her live in boyfriend, Matt, was a total drunk and a loser in life. Matt had been Dana’s first when she was 15, and they have been together ever sin...e. They have lived together for the past two years, and if not for Dana’s job, they both would be homeless. Matt was not only just a drunk, he was a violent one at that. Matt would go out with the boys, come home, then force Dana to suck his dirty five inches of cut cock. He’d yank her hair hair while literally face fucking her, forcing his cock in. She saw strange objects, rings set in the walls and floor. Curious, she looked at the ceiling and there were more rings and hooks there. Against one wall was a curious kind of bench, leather covered. Hooks were attached to the legs of it, with leather restraints. She shivered as she saw all this, wondering what it meant.They untied her hands, only to stretch them above her head, wide apart. She looked down when they tied her feet to rings sunk in the floor. Her legs were pulled apart, and she. It almost gives me a glimpse of an infinite horror but then my mind pushes the nightmare away. But I don't want to stand here anymore. I feel too exposed. I am vulnerable, and I absolutely don't have the guts to stay here. After gingerly testing the weight of my two suitcases again, I resume my march. I take another three steps, and then my wrists leave me crying in agony. My mental defenses fail in the intense pain and I am swept back fully into a memory from hell.I have just gripped Grace's. I felt her lift my peignoir over my head, before she rubbedmy already sore bottom through my sheer panties. She yanked them down tomy ankles, before she kicked my legs apart and told me not to moveagain. She reached underneath me and checked my chastity coveredprivates."Just making sure you're properly locked away, after all we all know itlikes to get hard in the presence of ladies! Now feel free to clenchyour buttocks, cry or scream, after all sissies like you can't take aproper caning without.