Mia was a fighter and I wanted Violet to watch me dominate her into submission. By the time I came, Mia was glistening with sweat and exhausted. I tos...ed her off the bed and she lay there beaten and I opened Violet’s cage, dragging her out and laying her on the bed. I pet her angel blonde hair that was shiny and silky to the touch. She whimpered and squealed as I placed the clamps on her perfect nipples but didn’t struggle until I grabbed onto her hips with my massive hands and began pressing. We fell asleep that way.I awoke lying on my stomach, to the sensation of someone straddling my thighs. The essence of Scoundrel, Joan Collins’ signature scent, wafted through the air. A pillow beneath me elevated my hips and bottom. I tried to turn around, but discovered my wrists and ankles were secured by padded cuffs and rope to the four bedposts.“Sauce for the goose, My Love,” the vixen purred melodiously into my ear from behind. “You have given me so much pleasure these last months. How. I’d spent time in some of the world's ugliest, most depressing places. All my humanitarian travels were an attempt to find the beauty in my life again. I was trying to give my life meaning and purpose and, with each trip, it seemed like those targets were even more elusive.Finishing a trip to Africa, I had time to ponder my life on the twenty-two-hour flight back home to the US. I’d tried to pinpoint when life became so mechanical, so methodical. When had the thrill of being alive left my soul?. It was similar to how an English village used to be before the supermarkets had eaten everything up and undercut the little businesses until they went bust. It had fruit and veg shops, a butcher, hardware, a mobile phone and internet shop, plumbing and electrical and was bustling with people day and night.Every night in the warm open air the locals would sit on chairs around the street food vendors to watch films or football on the television and cheer as the good guy always beat the baddie. It.