Well except for your tits. They will be hanging down quite nicely.”Nicole looked slightly afraid as Annabelle led her over to the strange contraptio.... “You kneel on that,” she said, “and then you put your hands up there on those round pads.”Nicole knelt slowly and then tried to put her hands on the round pads.“You have to reach over the first of the two bars,” Annabelle said roughly. “I think you can figure out where your teats are supposed to go.”Nicole cautiously put her arms between the two. Well, it was certainly better than just sitting out in the back yard as the life providing rays of the sun disappeared, and began stocking what could our home for the next few months, or longer.I worked getting the shelter in order, and felt somewhat assured that I had the stand-by generator system along with filtration system in tip-top condition. As long as the natural gas supply was not interrupted we would have electric power, and the air filtration system would provide us with clean. " Okay, I get the picture. I just don't see how..." Deep down, Catherine, you WANT someone to control, to dominate you." That's silly." Is it? Ask yourself -- have you ever wanted your husband, just once in a while, to get rough with you, maybe even slap you around a bit. Oh, I don't mean beat you and really hurt you, but maybe tie you up, tell you you're a whore and then fuck your brains out?" Of course not," was her reply while realizing that she had indeed fantasized those very things -- and. His house. Their home.She went into the living room. Not much had changed, which didn't really surprise her. Her father had replaced the sofa she had soiled the night before she ran away, but other than that, the furniture was the same. Then she noticed the framed photos on the mantel. Along with the lone picture of her mother, which had always been there, she saw a number of pictures of herself. She remembered most of them. There was her first grade class picture, a snapshot of her with a cast.