The playroom is mine; it is also the place where I store implements of my dominance, such as collars, crops, and whips. Until tonight, no one except m... had ever been in it. I took you in there only because of the bed; you needed some rest and I did not want to leave you on the massage table. I knew you would wake up disoriented and I wanted to be there to comfort you. I purposely left the lights off, so that you would not see the rest of the room. You are not ready for that room yet."There will. . Ma'am... don't judge me for telling." Her hands were all screwed up in the silk. She wasn't acting. "Oh Annie, you are so sweet," said Chantelle. "You know little one, there comes a time when one must choose and choose wisely, and this is one of those times. We will not judge you for making that choice." "Oh, thank you, Mistress. I... well... all I know is, Sylvia went to this office party one time and got a bit drunk. She woke up the next morning on her couch and there was a video on the. Given a choice she had no idea if she would agree, but whenit was demanded of her she found she could not muster a protest. He took the key from a chain around his neck and opened the lock on the frontof the waistband. The one time she had held that key in her hand was the endof her first stay, when she had handed it Robert. In fact she didn't even knowif there was a second key, though she assumed that he had another one somewhere.Turning toward her he stood close, lifting up her chin so he. Anyway we went back to his place, a small flat in town. He poured me a drink and said that he was going to get changed out of his office clothes. I sat and watch telly and we chatted through the rooms. The door was behind me so I heard him come back in. But I didn't see him until he stepped in front of me. Wow, I my jaw dropped. Standing in front of me was not the guy I came back with, but a sort of cute naughty figure dressed in stunning lingerie. I guess you would say a trap. He was dressed.