She had handcuffs around her wrists, which were pulled above her head by a rope on a pulley attached to the ceiling. The ball gag in her mouth did not...allow her to scream even though she was more frightened than she had ever been before in her life. Madame X walked gingerly into the room, and Katie’s body trembled in fear as her captor approached her. “Hi, Katie. My name is Madame X, but you’re going to call me Mistress.” She circled the naked girl as she spoke, inspecting her body closely but. The “slipper” wasn’t actually a slipper as such but rather a leather paddle that was sort of “slipper” shaped and Annie had been over Mistress Potnoodle’s knee for a good whacking without the benefit of “Posturisation” afterwards. She had also been arsehole fingered thoroughly!Grandmaster Griffendome had no trouble to speak of with his girls but had subjected three of them to a good “finger fucking” because they were especially pretty and had nice bottoms and cunts.The last of the houses was. Her mind, it drifted, to the letter on the sink. She hoped she’d spelled the words right, she hoped her mother would understand. She’d tried so hard to make her happy. Tried so hard to make her proud, but never once was anything acknowledged, not once were their words of praise. She pictured her mother walking into the bathroom. Saw her pick up the paper and read the words so carelessly scrawled. ‘Dear mother, I am sorry this had to be, but I can not seem to live up to your expectations. Every. There he saw her, his sister Mona, kneeling on the bank, holding her head in her hands and crying.Immediately, his strides lengthened into a trot. Within seconds he was beside her, kneeling and taking her into his arms. Her own arms encircled him, holding him tightly."Jason," she managed to say between her sobs."Little sister," he whispered; his hand caressed the raven blackness of her hair. "What's the matter? What's wrong with my little sister?"She shook her head, nestling into the hollow of.