She couldn't remember any one specific dream but based off the wet spot on the bed she knew what they were about. She dressed for the day as instructe... and went about her business. It was while walking out to her car that she realized the pleasurably cruel torture at my choice of panties. The beads rubbed her clit while she walked. She had to stop a moment initially to keep her pussy juice from bursting into her pants. She laughed to herself as she started walking again. Her steps had to be. "You bitch, you are fucking bitch" she wailed, dancing round in an attempt to reduce the pain in her bottom. Tracy grabbed the rope and thrust Melody back over the chair wrapping the cord around the base of the seat, so that Melody's feet almost left the floor. "Call me a bitch, would you?" Tracy, her voice now full of venom, as she threw Melody’s skirt hem up over her back "see how it feels on your bare bum Mrs Mitchell." Her strong arm firmly pushing Melody's fighting body into the back of. Master took the chain attached to my collar and pulled it from the satchel.At the other end of what seemed to be about a fifteen feet chain, there was a small, iron anchor. The anchor was roughly the size of the hole. His intentions were clear. He placed the anchor into the hole and instructed me to pour the liquid cement in to cover it. I poured, shaking as I did. I stood and watched as he smoothed the cement, removing the excess with a trowel. He placed a small metal frame over the hole which. All these things happening right in front of me .. I am watching; I am not allowed to participate .. Things were heating up between mami and Sarita while I was watching with a big tent between my legs. They both seemed to have forgotten me especially Sarita with her closed eyes and the heavenly feeling as her breast was being caressed by Lata. In fact it was Lata who first came out of the trance which seemed to last forever. Lata realsied that I was watching and also perhaps she remembered her.