He keeps me in a bra and pantyhose most of the time, barefoot for the most part, but when I'm restrained and standing I must be wearing high heels. M... hands are always bound. Always. If I need assistance, I must call the woman he's hired as a live-in "attendant" if he happens to be out of the house.Tonight I'm on the couch, sitting on my knees, my ankles bound to my thighs. My arms are folded behind me, wrists tied together with two big belts wrapped around my chest and stomach. Pantyhose. The outfit was stunning.“If that’s casual,” he told her, “I’m one of the casualties.”“It’s old.”The kiss was sweet, and he could feel an extra softness against his chest. She’d come braless! He was seriously tempted to skip the dinner and drag her to bed. Luckily, the coffee maker recalled him to his responsibilities.“Taste each,” he said after he’d dished her out a sample of each. “Take as much as you want for seconds.”“Chicken adobo,” he told her about her first choice.“I’m glad you waited. Ranveer: I was thinking about taking you to some nice cool pub.Mona: And, we can dance all night?!Ranveer: I thought we could have some drinks and watch cricket. That is if you like cricket!Mona: Oh, cricket?! Really? Why not! I mean. I love cricket! I would love to watch cricket!Ayan: Hahaha. That is exactly why I am taking you.Mona: You know what, baby? When the World Cup in Sri Lanka took place 4 years ago, I was at my ancestral house and with my cousins. They were all playing cricket but. "What are you saying? You didn't have any fun at that school?" Gina asked."First, I wouldn't be talking to girls because it's an all-male school. Second, we didn't laugh while we were eating. We watched football film and prepared for our next opponent. We were kept too busy to have fun in the cafeteria." It sounds like a boring place to me. I've got to get back in line," Gina said."Where's Sid today?" I asked Becky as we walked to our Latin class. Nothing had been said about Freddy's absence. I.