" No?" the Old Man responded with a touch of impatience in his voice. "Youhave what is commonly called a sweet tooth. You love eating... junkfood... a...d are afraid of gaining too much weight." Then with a shake ofhis head, the Old Man added, "At the rate you eat those sweets of yours,I am surprised that you aren't much heavier than you are. I can arrangeis so that you no longer need worry about gaining weight from yoursweets."Charlie blushed brightly, shrugging at the same time. He. She was beautiful, almost perfect in every way. She was dressed in black leather boots, knee high - her big and perfect breasts were outlined in leather, nipples large and hard as rocks. Her pussy was also outlined in leather straps, the pussy itself pouty and swollen, as if it was continually being used. The moisture on it, told how aroused the Mistress was. I was introduced to her, then welcomed, inviting us inside. I was not prepared for what I saw. The place had maybe 10 or 15 slaves. Each. Secretly Andrea breathed a sigh of relief for if her hands were bound in such a way she could not possibly have to expose her breasts. Once she was properly bound, Ray produced the two nipple chains she owned and applied them both to her cunt lips. He delighted in pointing out that the chain lengths still showed beneath the length of her skirt and remarked how nice they looked shining and glittering in the bright moonlight.Next Ray produced her dog collar; he quickly fastened her bright pink. He hung up the phone and texted me 'you'll be sorry bitch' so 5 minutes later my bedroom door flew open, the hinges screached as they were pulled from the frame. He stood staring at me, a sick look in his eye emerged from the pits of hell inside him. He approached me very slowly as I curled myself up on my bed with fear, he sat next to me and watched me for a second, his eyes burning my senses. It was only then I spoke, I seemed to mutter out a "are you ok?" And he started to hit me, he pinned.