Stocks, a large device in the shape of an X, a rack, and numerous places to chain a slave girl were all that she could see at first glance."Yes, Mistr...ss." Good. I'm sure that over time we'll get a chance to use these wonderful things together."Janet stood silent in her chains."Do you like the clamps?" They have never been used on me before," answered Janet."You didn't answer my question slave. I asked you if you liked them, not if they've been used before." I'm sorry Mistress. I like them a. I shook my head. "Just keep them for the week." I told him. "I don't want you using Mom's panties and get into trouble. If Dad found out, he'd kick your ass." "Okay," he said. "I won't." I walked over to him. "Seriously," I told him. "You can't do this. Using Mom's panties is just wrong. It could cause a lot of problems that we don't need. If you need new ones, I'll give you mine." He looked up at me in disbelief and said, "Really? You're going to let me use your panties to jack off with?". Actually, too stupid to learn. If I lived here, I would have learned more about him before that. Maybe I should have. Oh, that brings me to the other thing. Kitten, I’ll take a white wine if you have any open. Gin and tonic or Gin and seven if you don’t.”“We do.”“Thanks, Baby. Boss, Millie wants to retire. She’s afraid to because she doesn’t trust anyone around you, with one exception, and she’s afraid it may not work out. She needs to know whether it’s you that doesn’t like me, or you just. I wanted her from the first time I met her. I trained her to do her job at the factory that we worked at and she picked up the routine amazingly fast. Soon she was the, "go to girl" on the production floor. I had trained her to perform many of the complicated operations required to assemble the widgets that we produced there. Too bad that management over looked her for a promotion. It was due to her Asian line leader's demeaning attitude towards women and the fact that she knew more about.