“My name is Paul” the stranger introduced himself. “Gail, from New York ” she replied instantly berating herself for giving more info that she...wanted. Well, Gail from New York are you returning from work or play Paul asked. Work actually, I live in NY and commute into London every week, what about you? “Live in London but get to play in NY every now and then. I lecture economics in the summer at Harvard” Gail noticed a lack of a ring on the ring finger but a dull white band indicated that a. My upper body was now parallel with the floor and the weight dangling from my nipple chain was swinging freely pulling my tits and dragging on my nipples. I was turned so that my body followed the direction of the rafter and the second rafter rope was dangling in front of my face. He then threaded a rope under my arms but above the nipple clamps and proceeded to wrap it around twice, both times under my arms but the second wrap was just below the nipple clamps. He tightened and then tied that. This man wanted his actions to be legal! He had kidnapped her, raped her, enslaved her, and whipped her. And in his mind and in the laws of the eighteenth century, it was all legal! She was at fault proclaiming that she was not property. Brianna started sobbing uncontrollably, all hope gone.Brianna didn’t know how long she remained sobbing. What little hope that she had left of freedom was gone. Some time later, Howard returned with food and water. He again made her eat on the floor like an. "She knew he wanted more."Pockets," she said, finally."Pockets?" Yes, Bob, pockets. Look at what you're wearing. You've got pocketseverywhere...four or five in your pants, two in your shirt, three or fourin your jacket. And they're deep pockets too...lots of room to put allkinds of things.So now look at what I'm wearing...a skirt and a top. Not a single pocket.And even the so-called pockets in my jeans are worthless. I can hardlyget a lipstick in them.So that's what I miss about being a man..