"Some believe it's proper to do, but others insist that the Dom/me should not be bound by any agreement with a slave, because the slave is of course i...ferior."She looked at me, and smiles slightly through her tears. "A Dom/me should generally observe deals they make with slaves. However, I'm not a slave, so I'll extend to you the courtesy of allowing you to torment me with whether you'll live up to any of our agreements." I nodded as I began to work on her nipples and aureolae, making both of. You graduated on friday and after partying all weekend with your highschool friends who you may never see after this summer your filled with a sense of pride.You climb out of your bed, looking in the mirror you see your pretty face. Your small nose and plump pink lips are highlighted by your slightly disheveled long brown hair. Your slim figure is covered only by a loose cropped t-shirt and a pair of pink cotton panties. You've always taken care of yourself, eating relativley well and working. ” “But it sucks, Kevin. It really does. You wouldn’t know about that. I know you and Cary have been exclusive until Drew and I came along. But I’ve been there. Caring adds a level of desire that really enhances the experience. That’s why I want all my partners to love me.” “This emotional maturity, though,” I said. “That’s asking a lot. I mean, there aren’t a lot of folks who are capable of loving in the way you describe it. How do you know Cary and I have it?” “That’s why our group is so. I had to try and get out of this, and free my sister as well.My brother, and I guessed, two of his friends, left shortly afterwards and I focused on getting free. I had no plan to get out of the room, but I figured that the first step would be to get out of the ropes. From there I could look at what to do next.I struggled against my bonds, but they were too tight. I tried cutting them with my sharp nails, but couldn't get at the rope.I thought for a bit, maybe I could use my double jointed.