. you know, the furry kind ... easily escaped, more there as a symbol of bondage and trust than as a real restraint.“Oh, and pray tell, Miss, what p...ans do you have for your captive?” Abel laughed, but Christina put her finger to his lips.“Do I have to gag you, dear? Okay, how about this for a gag? You liked the smell so much earlier, after all, my love,” Mrs. Montini taunted Abel as she gagged him with her panties.Once Abel was bound and gagged, Christina brought out her accessories, starting. I could hear muffled grunts and groans, and then the TV was turned off. The room was in darkness and my son said, "Uhhh…. yeah, what?”I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. "It's late. I saw the light and heard voices and thought I’d see what’s going on?" Sorry, mom, we didn't mean to wake you." That's not what I mean, babe. It's your house, too. You have a friend staying over and you’re free to do what you want.” I paused. “But, putting it simply, I was wondering what was going on. I'm 5foot 5inches tall, with long brunette hair and blue eyes. I had no body hair and a penis so small, my panties made it almost disappear. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep my secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy. This act would be an ultimate profession of my love to him. Was I ready? I was going to marry him. Should I continue to wait until my wedding night as I had decided? I had never felt so conflicted before this point in my life. I made up my mind to at least look at what was in that bag. What could one little peak hurt. It was beautiful and very tasteful. It was emerald green, my favorite color; it was thigh length and satin. I decided to put it on, what could it hurt to see what I.