She proceeded with great circumspection, as if afraid she might harm me. Her finger entered between my lips a slight way and then a smile came to her ...outh. ‘Mistress Pickles is a woman of her word. How very gratifying.’ My Lady then unlaced my corset as she sat and her hands roamed over me. She had me remove my undergarments while she watched and I saw a change in the demeanour of her eyes and mouth; she had assumed what I could now describe as a predatory air but at the time I found slightly. "She raised an eyebrow at me, as if she were testing my bravado. "Up forit?" That's sounds awesome! We'd love to come to your set." We?" She asked, clearly confused."Oh, yeah. My friend, Rich over there by the fountain, he'd-" Is he your boyfriend or something?" Caution lined her voice. She tiltedher head to past me to inspect him. Rich was watching the whole thing,cross-legged on a bench. When he noticed Rosalynn's piercing glare, henervously waved back. Darn, in my excitement I totally. Had we been interrupted I could have come up with something like he was “guiding me” I had it all figured out. So we made it in side and as soon as we walked in I took his hand in mine and we walked to the back room he sat across from me on a arm chair I sat on the couch we made small talk and chatted nervously for a few minutes while I screwed up the courage to make contact. That’s when the light in my head said “ Bing” go for it! I stood up and walked over to him and squeezed next to him on. A large diagonal cross was mounted to the wall in the corner. The dim red lighting and various items of bondage equipment gave the room a vaguely sinister appearance. ‘Put the bag down and strip naked,’ my Mistress commanded. The two women watched as I removed my clothes and placed them on an empty chair. I waited nervously for my punishment to commence after I had finished undressing. ‘Put the cuffs on his ankles and wrists,’ my Mistress instructed her companion. The other woman opened.