At this point I could still have carried on walking and gone home but I looked round to see if I could see anyone I knew if I had I would have carried...on but no one was in sight and I just looked at him and said "ok" he smiled and said "come baby girl" and walked into the office I followed and he took my hand and walked past the pool table to a door at the back which he opened and led me into a narrow dark passage, at this point I became scared and thought what the fuck am I doing I turned. I don't understand it, but in my mind, there is a strong link between my fantasy woman and Pam. I must be weird for they look nothing alike, but they are interchangeable to me.My imagination kicked into gear when I saw Pam and thought about that third option on my Consequences sign. Reality set in quickly for I knew she would either pay my parking fee or accept the citation. After all, what rich, highly sensual babe who could have any of Hollywood's young, handsome, macho men in her bed would. Th e cushion for the head and wrists was red leatherwith a little padding. Ilsa opened the top part of the stock up as theguards directed me where to place my head and wrists. Ilsa pulled downthe stock down, trapping me in the stock,bent over at the waist. Ilsafitted the lock and click together. I heard the lock clicking,sealing myfate.Leather Mistress pushed a tray over to the area. It had ink on it with atattoo gun. Ilsa took off her leather gloves and her beautiful hands in apair of black. Jane tried to think of the last thing that had happened to her. She was in a room with beige walls, soft carpets ... She was having some sort of procedure done ... Then she remembered. She was having a key made for her chastity belt. A personal key. An illegal key.Something must have gone wrong. She wasn't in the office anymore. She was lying on a stiff bed of some kind, not like the one underneath the machine. The sounds were all harsh, as if bouncing off bare concrete. The voices were.