I grab on tight and let out a long, sexy sigh. I feel his lips traveling down my neck, trailing feather-light kisses. My body writhes under him as he...continues his torturous, sensual assault. Christian's hand runs up my thigh, over the side of my stomach and right to my boob. He gently squeezes it until my nipples are peaked with arousal. His mouth engulfed my other breast and he begins to lick and suck the nipple, gently tugging at it with his teeth. It's like he has a direct line to my groin. Later in the night everyone arrived down to the cellar and my torture at the hands of the young Rosa started again.The next day, Rosa brought me back to my dog house. People were leaving. The next few days were spent in the dog house with Rosa feeding me and letting me out to go to the bathroom. On Thursday, my husband and Beth left with some suitcases.As Rosa was feeding me on Friday, my son Donal, arrived. He sat down in a garden seat. As Rosa was about to open the dog house to let me out he. They never spoke to me but whispered between themselves and looked at each other and nodded occasionally. There was something between them that I began to dislike even though she had been like a mother to me and had never given me any cause to be concerned about my welfare. Never had she ever made any sexual advances toward me and at all times made sure I was virtuous in every way. The whole experience lasted just over a week. Now I realise it was to condition me to nudity and being looked at. ’ I ate and rested. A gentle tap on my shoulder awakened me from a deep dream filled sl**p where I imagined myself living in luxury dressed in the finest silks with servants and a handsome master whose only demand was that I serve him sexually. The nurse fitted my shower heels and helped me to the bathroom where, on hands and knees I was administered a gentle enema. After I had emptied that one I was given several more until I ran clean. I showered and washed my hair. Once dry I sat at the.