Andtighter....and tighter.'now fetch a tape measure' he said when he'd completed his task. Graspingthe pipe and stretching to my utmost had clearly en...bled him to lace meup far tighter than I'd ever managed on my own...the realisation of justhow tightly wasnt apparent until I released my grip...I could barelybreathe! It felt as though my entire torso was trapped in a vice,constricted...bound. It took all of my concentration to balance,breathing was a conscious effort, my calves were on. I was hoping it was genuine, but I had lingering doubts without any substance to back them up. Meg and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after supper one evening. Georgia and Yolanda had gone to the other house for an hour or so to get some alterations on two of Georgia’s business suits. She had apparently lost weight in the past few months, and needed them taken in for her prospective new job. ‘Meg … what’s your take on Georgia? Do you think she’s really changed?’ ‘I never knew her before. She would rub her moist palm aroundthe head. It felt like the last orgasm never ended and was as painful asit was pleasurable. I was gasping for breath as Mistress Lori held thepicture in front of me again. Then Mistress Adams held up the spikedchastity cage."Whats it going to be sissy the picture or 30 days in the cage orlonger. It's your choice girl. A lumpy cage with spikes or pretty andsmooth. I know how much Angela would love to see you pretty and smooth,and you know that Sandra and I. " Um," Owen said very hesitantly. "That's what I wanted to discuss. The sportaspect. I have committed myself, and it's going to be for years now." What!" Megan shouted. "What do you mean?" Well," Owen said. "I have talked with the cheer coach, and we agreed onsetting up a Competition Squad for this fall that will compete in theRegional's. For the National Cheerleading Association regional. We must bemembers of that organization and everything. That will require all my skillsto learn about.