. with pounding heart I knocked the door.The door opened immediately. Mansi was standing at the door. I looked at her in surprise; I didn't expect her...to be there. She should have been in her room... probably crying or sobbing. Her eyes appeared red... but certainly she wasn't crying.'Where's amma (mother)?" She's in shower." She replied uneasily. She too was nervous but certainly not afraid.I looked her and there then asked. "What did she say?" Nothing." What?" I was too shocked to believe. ..."He looked to Mistress Penny."Do you have the ring?" Yes, right here," she sneered producing a gold ring from her pocket.I knew all too well what the ring meant. Mistress had shown me the ringbefore the wedding. The ring was hinged and split in the middle so shegleefully explained what was going to happen."Once the ring is clipped together it is permanently locked. The ring istitanium steel coated with gold. The only way to remove it, is with ablow torch which would fry you tiny dick and. She slowly peels off her tank top, the thin fabric sticking to her skin with perspiration, her full, firm breasts straining against her lacy too-small bra. She slowly unfastens her pleated skirt at the side, unwrapping it like a towel to reveal the matching thong when a sudden slapping noise makes her jump and drop it unceremoniously. She looks up to see her master testing the flail, slapping it against his open hand, eying her hungrily."Go on," he growls, another thrill of anticipation. My sexual history is boring in comparison to Ruby’s. Hers is wild and fascinating and I get aroused listening to her talk. Sometimes I wonder if her stories are completely true, but I never voice these doubts. I have a feeling that if I did, it would spoil it somehow.One Friday afternoon, just before Christmas, the phones were exceptionally quiet. We had finished the work for the week and tidied the office up. There really was nothing left to do. I put the kettle on, made us both a coffee and.