“As long as you accept that Charles and I really aren’t into BDSM. Sorry, but it’s not our scene. We respect that others are, but it’s just no... us. Polyamory, swinging, impregnation, sodomy, etc. Just not sadism, masochism, bondage, or anything of that ilk, though we don’t mind that you are. We’re very vanilla when it comes to power exchange,” Teresa reiterated, which everyone simply accepted as reality and respected as part of their personalities.“And you accept that I’m straight and always. "The principal wants someone's head on a platter." Can't you just tell her that you couldn't tell who wrote the stories?"Lila sighed. "No, she would turn the task over to Jones," she said, naming one of the school's other English teachers who was a notorious brownnoser. "There's no telling who he'd misname as the culprit. It wouldn't be fair."Amelia looked distraught for a moment but then her face hardened. "So what happens now?" she asked evenly.Lila studied the girl. She liked the way that. As the evening comes to a close after dinner we head back to the house ready to have a lot of fun! We arrive at the house and I immediately grab a black teddy out of her drawer and ask her to put this on now. She undresses and slides into the teddy and looks so scrumptious! Then, I blindfold her and lead her to the doorway of our bedroom. There waiting on her is a nylon rope and a pull-up bar fashioned over the doorway. I grab her hands and place them on the pull-up bar and begin tying her. " Dumbfounded I couldn't get a word out. In my shock she had the device secured and locked before I could mutter a word of protest. I barely slept at all that night. Learning to get comfortable with the cage was difficult, not to mention the psychological impact of surrendering my orgasms. How could I make it a month? We usually cum 2-3 times a night each. The first couple nights things were innocent enough, but horrendously difficult. She knew how to tease me. Ana would wear her sexiest.