Woodley, who was her best friend, neighbor and business partner. She went by the nickname Tootsie and, though her tits weren’t quite as big as Mrs. ...umstead’s, who everyone called Blondie, she also had a similarly tiny waist. I started out thinking I wanted to get a look at Blondie, but realized that I wouldn’t mind seeing either one of them. I knew that they both lived in an older section of town that had alleys running down the middle of the block so that the residents’ garages were behind. He stopped halfway down to turn and assure her that she would not be hurt, and that she was being led to an antechamber, away from the more interesting devices. This reassured Jaina slightly, but she still felt shame at the thought of having lost her temper with him. The antechamber measured barely ten feet on each wall, was brightly lit by three torches, and was private - a wooden screen behind the bars prevented any prying eyes.Despite such accommodations, Jaina shook when she saw the single. I was getting dizzy and told Joe I thought I should lie down. He helped me up to the loft, where I noticed his big log 4 poster bed. The scotch, and whatever he put in it made me really relaxed, and he helped me out of my clothes. I laid down on the bed, my head at the footboard and hanging over the end a bit. I offered no resistance when he placed ropes or ties over my wrists and tugged them tight. He told me to raise my ass up off the bed, and he placed a pillow and some towels under me. When. “It will be my pleasure Bethany.”“Mistress.” She replied, “You must call me Mistress from now on, understood?”“Yes Mistress.”“And you are now my nylons slave.”“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”“Enough talking nylons slave, you can thank me properly later.” Bethany had a wicked smile when she said this, and I knew she had something extra special planned for me.Pointing at the bed she said “You can start with the suspender belt.”Bethany had already decided upon the lingerie she was going to.