I’d like to see you talk your way out of this. Their dicks are too small for you to go your normal route.“I’m Bim,” the first one says. “Tha...’s Bumble.”“The real question is: why are you in our forest?” Bumble asks.“Fab sent me this way,” she explains.“It that right?” Bim asks.“Go figure it would be Fab,” Bumble says. “He’s never following the rules.”“He never follows them when they don’t work out for him,” Bim argues.“That’s true, Bim,” the other says. “And if he sent her our way, then he sent. A sylph! I slipped into a silken robe and walked to the door of my apartment to get the morning paper. It was the Sunday edition. I made some rye toast and tea. The spread was one of those fat free, carb free, salt free cheapies. I put some honey into my tea and sat at the kitchen table for my light breakfast.COLD WAVE CONTINUES read the headline of the newspaper. I walked over to the window to my 63rd floor flat overlooking Navy Pier, Lake Shore Drive, and a frozen Lake Michigan with ice. Whether I enjoyed it or not seemed to be answered by the feeling of my cock straining against its bonds. I was definately enjoying it. My observations were cut short, when Master said, "Well, hello again Ricki! I see you must have enjoyed yourself", taking my hand and kissing it. "Hi Ricki", Rebecca said, as she got up, and pulled back a seat for me. What I saw on the seat suprised me: On it was mounted a large dildo. There was some sort of control extending from it. It was large and heavily. I smiled as I was musing later how inept as a blackmailer was Eddy, It was I that had moved things on to a sexual basis , not Eddy, he had been content to photograph me, perhaps things would move on even more as time progressed. I am not going to bore you with repetition, each day the text outlining what I should wear, each day the big brown van slid up to park across the gateway, around 2 pm then an hour of photographs in poses sexual or domestic, wearing assortments of clothing, swimsuits,.