It’s so different than standing. My owner smiles and stretches. He looks like he just came from a board room. There are cuff links on his wrists th...t match his buttons. His shoes are ostrich leather and well-heeled. His face is smooth like he just came from a barber with a straight razor. His eyes are kind and there is a confidence, a strength in the way he holds himself. There is something about him that is comfortable though. Behind the expensive clothes and shoes, behind the watch, cuff. This small playful kitten had the power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. As the weights went swinging back and forth Balzac continued playing with more and more excitement. The ultimate hurt came when one of the strings caught in his claws and his entire weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic clamp was no match for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit, pinching the nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was. Even though I was wearing panties, I couldn't help thinking about the infamous scene from “Basic Instinct” and, smiling to myself, I wondered what he thought of my brazen behaviour.I was surprised to see him still staring at me but I couldn’t deny the flash of recognition and understanding in that moment, something I hadn't expected. Then, turning the tables on me, I watched him say something to his friends, get up and stroll casually towards me. “I see your glass is almost empty,” he said. ‘I think the two of you should postpone the wedding till mid July. Because…’ ‘Mother, NO. I want to marry Mark.’ Turning to me, ‘Mark, tell her, please.’ Now I was in the middle. Edith remained silent and forced me to speak up. ‘I am exhausted and having trouble getting enough rest. My classes are suffering, as you already know. There’s a lot of legal paperwork, I have to go to meetings, and the bank representatives will be arriving tomorrow. Mom asked me to request from you that we postpone.