It was the action movie I had rented. Bruce was typical form, chasing bad guys and shooting and blowing things up. After about 20 minutes of small tal..., me telling her about my ex and stepdaughter etc, Emma asked if she could use the restroom and I told her there is one by the entry way and one upstairs and use which ever one she wanted. She quickly hopped off the couch and bounded upstairs and overlooking the great room, she smiled and said "I'll be down in a few minutes!" I thought how lucky. "Marla,you've heard me go through this before. Either he's gonna fire me, orI'll eventually blow and walk out. They are bastards and could care lessabout the clients!" We had, indeed, frequently spoken of my growingfrustration at my job as Clincial Director, which had been described to meby the big boss--Bert--as a great opportunity when he sought me out, butwhich had proven to be anything but.Marla spoke, "What happened today, Ken?" That bitch trophy wife of his got snotty again. She is. Finally they lifted me up and carried me over to the plant hanger I had seen earlier.As it turns out it wasn’t for plants, but for me. As they started to strap me into it, I struggled and pleaded with them. ”No wait, I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t have to tie me up. I’ll do what you say!!” I struggled helplessly as they strapped me into the harness, suspending my body in the air. Before I knew it, I was trussed up and suspended my legs spread wide, my arms cuffed to the lines hanging down. “What should I have you do, my little slave?” Hilary said with an evil but sexy grin on her face. “Oh, I just thought of the perfect idea. Tell me you’re a slut, Haylie.”“I’m a slut.” Haylie said obeying her mistress’ command.“That didn’t turn me on as much as I thought it would. Oh I have a better idea. Tell me what a slut you are!”“I’m a huge slut.”“No, bitch! You fucking slut, that’s not sexy at all!” Hilary told her little slave. “Tell me you’re such a fucking slut!”“I’m such a fucking.