I slept a sleep like I had never known. Completely naked in a man?s bed while you went hungry wondering where I might be. I slept like a baby. When I ...woke I realized that my hands had been tied and my eyes had been covered. I was on my back and my spread legs were tied to the posts of the bed. Damn I was so afraid. I actually found myself thinking that I needed you to rescue me.I could hear several voices laughing but had no clue of how many there were. The floor creaked and the voices grew. We were getting close to the moorings in the basin now. “Can you get the mooring hook, and pick up the line when I get next to the buoy?”I disentangled my hands from within Lori’s bikini, and ducked my head in the cabin to grab the mooring hook. I moved to the front of the boat – sorry, the bow – and stood waiting for Lori to get close to the mooring.It took me three attempts to snag the mooring line, the first time I was too early, and almost fell over the side of the boat. But I managed to. You feel them, every millimetre, simultaneously as soft as a feather and as firm as a builder's grip.They wind around your thighs, slowly caressing your ever more sensative skin. You realise, when there is only an inch left of your inside thigh, that these forces have opened your legs enough that there is a distinct gap between them, enough for your favourite toys to slide in (if you were not fully dressed.)The forces slide onwards up your legs, until one slides around your leg and carresses. I was lucky to make it home, and I was feverish and delirious for days. I nearly died," grimly stated Janet."You infuriated Lauren by taking her punishment and surviving. She hates you, and your former owner, Erica." I know," answered Janet."Please buy me and make me your slave, before she goes too far with me also," plead Myra, tears in her eyes.Janet thought carefully before she answered."I can't, not yet. I'm sorry, Myra. I'm involved in something that Erica has devised. Right now, I'm as.