The woman was gagged and drool glistened her lips. Her eyes were red and wet from crying and her mascara looked like Alice Cooper had applied it. The ...est of her body had a line of steel clothespins up both her sides and around her nipples. I was somewhat curious why her mistress—it seemed women were in control here for the most part—didn’t do the nipple pinch. That was standard fare, as far as I knew and had experienced in these circles. I don’t know how pleasurable it was for a woman, but I. At some point, Jaune just so happened upon an online entrancing course. His interest caught, he chose to give it his time to get familiar with the techniques for trance-like influence, having this in his arsenal, that allowed one control over another's psyches just may give him the edge that he never had yet needed.He went through months learning methods and researching each one beyond just the site he was on making sure he did not waste effort learning what was useless. He contemplated using. Ophelia was sitting on the bed, about to put on her stockings. She pausedto watch me, and I knew that my next move was important to her. Theexpression of hopeful optimism tinged with nervous apprehension sent arush of compassion and love through me. Yes, she might be a pervert. Yes,she had been playing mind-games with me, but I wanted to make her happy.So I opened my top lingerie drawer and selected a padded bra. I held it upfor her inspection and asked her if she would mind helping me put it. Not thinking anything of it aside from over crowding, Sadie didn't even budge. The two were leaned back against the tile with vents bubbling up ferociously between them. Alex made a more deliberate motion this time, slow and lingering as he ran his toes along the side of her foot and to the base of her calf. Previously dissolved in her conversation with Andre, Sadie's eyes slowly rose, catching his gaze through the crowd of steam as another couple pushed their way past, in-between them.Her mind.