“Did you win?” he asked curiously “Nope” I told him” They beat the crap out of me”“wow, but you’re big and in shape” he told me“I...wasn’t always big and in shape” I corrected him, ”when I was a kid I was only a little bigger than you are, I didn’t get in shape until I was in the Army”-“But why did you fight if you knew you couldn’t win” he asked me again“well sometimes you have to fight even if you know you can’t win” I told him, then I proceeded to explain to him that you should only fight as. She could walk to her office, her fitness centre, several restaurants, her grocer and butcher shop, drug store, Union Station and many of her favorite shops. She developed a relationship with a local cab company and when she tired of walking and needed a ride home, she called her contact and a cab was dispatched for her. She got to know the best drivers and quietly requested they be assigned to her whenever they were available. She tipped them generously and they responded with quick and. I was wearing jeans and a sweater. ?You tell me from now on, I am only allowed to wear skirts and dresses and you were taking me shopping to ensure I have a proper wardrobe.You then lead me into a living room where there are 4-5 guys in there. You introduce me as your misbehaving slutty slave who needs to be punished. The 1st thing asked is why you allow me to show up in jeans, this makes you mad. You tell them one of the reasons for punishment - not dressing as I should. ?I turn to look at you. But I controlled myself and took a deep breath. I walked to Emily's bedroom door, closed and locked it. I went over to her bedroom window and almost closed it, leaving it open a little. I closed her curtains next. Now to deal with her body. I went over to her body and started removing her clothing. First her shirt, then her pajamas, and then her panties. I opened my back-pack and took out my rope. I tied Emily's hands to the top bedposts, and her feet to the bottom bedposts spreading her body.