So much of the 'research' is trivial and uninteresting. Theolder stuff is mere speculation. I try to ...? My voice choked off as Carol entered the roo... carryinga tray. Her ?uniform? appeared to consist of high heeled shoes. White. Very high heeled.Pointy toes.Doug smiled and said, ?Go ahead, James: look at her. She is just a slave.? He paused for a fewseconds. ?She is not my wife, mother, sister or daughter; and, as a slave, she has no chastity tobe violated. As one of my many avocations, I. I stepped over near the door. “Not sure that’s a great idea Jess,” I whispered “Mark would kill us as you pointed out”. “Mark is basically passed out. Given that his drinks were 3 times as strong as yours and mine, he’s pretty smashed,” she called back. Oh shit, was she setting this up to happen? Unsure, I took a deep breath and opened the door a crack and stuck half a head around. She stood there, looking absolutely delicious and looking at me coyly. “Do you need a hand getting him into bed. She was informed it would be used on her hands, the soles of her feet, her tits, ass, thighs, and cunt, with of course severe consequences if she didn't select the right cane.Patricia took down a cane, a long one, and carefully examined it. She held it in her hand, tested the weight, looked along the length of it to make sure it was true and straight, swished it through the air to test its pliability, and put it back on the rack. She then removed a second, slightly longer cane, and repeated the. .. so pointed, full and erect, such erotic, pleasure filled hips, such exquisite, perfectly formed thighs and legs... all these plus a face truly meant to excite the passions of a saint. Ah, those sensuous lips, those exotic eyes... what a rare, rare gem he had stolen.He approached the table where she lay."Madame," he said commandingly, "turn over and raise up onto your knees."Janet hesitated, her brows knitting momentarily but she obeyed, lowering her head and thrusting her buttocks high into.