No matter how I yelled, nobody came, and they kept hitting me and tearing my clothes off. Then they, they, fucked me. And again. Partway through that,...Antonio must have come to and tried to get one of them off me. They stabbed him; and he fell down again and was bleeding. I started screaming again and they hit me on the head. I eventually came to and called 911."They kept saying that I wouldn't be hurting if I'd been nice to 'my people', like I was supposed to. They said a lot of other things.". Still, I see he is not comfortable with it. I ask if he wants to be released, remove or cut the last ring himself, but he shakes his head no. A few seconds later the last ring is off. We talk a little before I continue, I want to make sure he feels safe before moving on. The worst thing that can happen in a scene is if the sub looses faith in the Dom, or what S/He will do next. I spread a duvet over him, put a set of headphones on him and turn up the music. It's some instrumental new age sort. I threw my tie in the basket and then an idea entered my head. I looked over; she was putting folded clothes in the dresser. I picked up my tie and walked over to her. I put my hands at her waist, kissed her neck again, and started sliding my hands around until I found her hands. I grabbed hold of them with a firm grip and maneuvered them behind her back; I grabbed my tie and tied her hands together. Not to tight of a knot, just enough so she knew she wasn't going anywhere. "And just what do. Bhabi kaha Jaya- kya dekh raha hai??Me- apko kaam kartaJaya- par tera nazar toh kahi aur hi tha.Me- bara cheeze hi nazar me ati hai.Jaya(laughing)- mujhe bhi dikh raha hain bara cheez. Me chouk gya aur bathroom jake unke boobs ke naam ki muth marke nikla. Bhabi ne mujhe dekha aur bola ki ” nikal ke aaya hai naa” me pehle samjha nhi baad me jake samjha. Mujhe pata chal gya ki aaj yehi chodwaegi. Voh phir voh nahane chali gyi. Voh jab nikli toh me unhe dekhte hi reh gya voh bra aur niche towel me.