"Going formal" means the full kit; wrist and ankle cuffs, a chain around my waist, all linked together with so many chains I rattle. Hobbled, I have t... be careful to avoid tripping myself. Shackled, I reach carefully or get pulled up short and spill whatever is in my hands.You'd think ignominiously falling on my face or splattering our guest would be embarrassing enough, but Mistress has her own opinions on that. If I fall there are consequences. If my service is slow there are consequences. If. I paid for the plan now, out of my salary, but it had been a birthday gift with the first two months paid for. I got a call from my mom. ‘Honey, I need you to get home now. Someone is outside and I don’t know who it is. I locked all of the doors, but I don’t know what they want, or if that will hold them,’ she said. ‘Mom! I’ll be right there. Go up to the upstairs room and lock yourself in it. Don’t come out until I tell you to.’ I hung up and jumped on my bike. I never took the car out to the. "Her guilty look confirmed it."First of all, I don't hate you," she said, "I love you dearly."What you remember was a long time ago. I was hoping that was one of a few things you would never remember. We got past my bitchy phase."We actually became good friends and we share an apartment." So you are my girlfriend," I said."No, but I used to be," she said. "We got past that phase, too. Now we're more like brother and sister. To answer your first question, I refused to leave your side for two. I enjoy slamming them in and out of you. Ripping your mouth from mine, you scream your passion at the top of your lungs, wailing my name over and over, begging you to, "fuck me, take me, use me, slam that big black dick into me, make me his, anything, just cum in me". Flailing and thrashing, completely oblivious to our audience, you surge up from under me. Pushing me back into my own seat, you crash into my chest and attack my mouth while frantically undo my pants. Blissfully unaware of your.