And now we were both naked. Hot for each other like never before in our lives. She rubbed down my chest, and down past my navel and found the hardness...that was pressed against her, and it was my turn to have my breath taken away. In all our online sexual encounters, we had shared many kinds of love making. One thing that she always enjoyed was the talk about me going down on her. About a week before our meeting was to take place, she confided that she had never had a man to do that, and did not. She was wearing blue panties, a white t-shirt, and her hair was messy. She smiled, said hello, and asked how things worked out with El. I said "come have a cup of coffee, and I'll tell you all about it". I was thinking she may clean up and come by when she said ok and went in, but she walked around the front and came out to the deck through my house.I was a bit shocked but got her a coffee, and we went back out to the deck. She sat down, put her feet on my lap and put on my sun glasses that. The apprehension I was feeling now approaches panic as the words on the label register, "Tungsten-Carbide, non-removable, break-off, security screws".Rules are forgotten as I blurt out, "Please Mistress, you must have some way of removing this. You can't seal me in this forever".I know I shouldn't have spoken but surprisingly she doesn't seem upset. She disappears from sight for a few moments and returns holding a new object. It's a steel ring with a sleeve of some kind attached. The ring looks. ..(yep, not too much. Just enough--I hope!), and sit around waiting until the doorbell rings and I scamper...slow down, honey, take it easy... and open the door and there's my future husband and if I throw myself in his arms and wrap myself around him do you think he'd mind? Probably. So I say "Hi," perkily.He's dressed in chino shorts and a blue golf shirt and low-cut hiking shoes with blinding white socks and he looks like he just popped out of GQ. He quickly runs his eyes over me. Oh, God,.