"Don't forget to monogram my slips, Jamie!" "I lovethis pink one!" "Isn't the lace pretty?"Her dance exercises lasted about an hour. I watched her out...of thecorner of my eye, paying close detail while sewing the monograms on herlingerie. I'd catch her looking at me through the mirror on the wall, aslight grin on her face. There was a sweat streak beginning to show onher leotard. I never really thought about how much work a woman has togo through while dancing and I actually know how hot it gets. I decided to have her wear a short black leather skirt that comes up half way to her knees. Next she had to wear a white tube top to cover her large breast. She isn’t allowed to wear any underwear. I placed some nipple clips on her breast and tightened them tell she screamed thank you. I made sure her pussy had been freshly and completly shaven. Then i had a surprise for her as i let her open a small jewelry box which held gold nipple clips. Taking off the nipple clips to let the blood rush. The meeting seemed to drag on endlessly. Those circumstances alone would be enough to make me bang my head against the table, but tonight was also my anniversary and my husband, as usual, was cooking up a nice surprise for me. Usual anniversary-celebrating protocol involved dinner, a show—maybe even some dancing—followed by the most mind-blowing of mind-blowing sex. My boss was droning on endlessly—about what, I had no idea. My mind was preoccupied, having been stimulated from the thought of. I looked at the sigarettes with scared eyes cos i knew what was going to happen next. And yes, they burned my feet with the cigarettes. I screamed and screamed in terror but my pussy was wetter then ever. After they used up a lot of cigarettes they looked at me with cruel eyes and laughing. They grabbed needles and pushed the needles through my toes. OMG!!!! that hurts. every toe got several needles. Also through the soles of my feet. My feet were dripping of blood. I trembled and sweated a lot.