) She was his favorite. However, he did love to train new slaves and he loved subjecting them to new atrocities that he had never imposed before.Sim...ne was certainly more beautiful than LardAss and she had promise of being a superior dominatrix. Even better, Patricia – with her haughty attitude – was the perfect foil for all the punishment he could imagine.Simone was looking around the room because it was such a study in contrasts. There were rings, pulleys, winches, everywhere – everything. Small pricks of blood showed on either side of the hole where thering jutted out. ?When did all this happen?? Jazzy thought. She turned her head to the rightand saw every woman down the line with identical weights hanging from hugesqueezed tits. Some of the women had nipples so long the weight looked likea continual extension hanging down. Large red circles of sheer tint glitteredaround every nipple in the line making them look truly trussed up and waitingfor something to happen. Jazzy could. Watching her pretend to be a clumsy and awkward girl kissing and fending of roaming teenage boys hands, was a major cum soaking turn-on for me. Needless to say, pretending to be a very pretty but inexperienced teenage girl was turning my wife into a sexual dynamo. During the week she would tell me what happened to her over the weekend and we get so incredibly worked up that we would spend hours having sex. Any kids that she meets that ask questions about her, she just says she lives with her. Children, I felt, would look the least threatening. The anchor was dropped in the fairly shallow water and my own family had a chance to disappear through the portal to talk to the others.Jonna and Lauren came through and kissed me passionately. Lauren said, "I may not be showing like Jonna but I don't like crawling through that small portal."I was making lots of introductions and the term 'wife' did not seem as bad as I thought.Gus climbed through the portal and was gone for ten minutes. When.