And then I asked her if she had thought about who she might want.She said, "I haven't given it much thought, let me take a couple of days to make sure...and to think about who might make a good lover."The next couple of days, she seemed to cheer up, being happy the way she used to be.John and I had worked together for over a year, we were service technicians and the job was such that we spent almost all of every day together. John was probably a perfect example of a thirty year old 6 ft 4 inch. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or where he was. He tried to rub his eyes and realized his hands were tethered to a spreading bar across his shoulders. A leather belt kept him secured to a post behind him, and his ankles were also separated by a bar."What the fuck is going on" he called out to no one in particular. His eyes were blinded by a light from above. Was he still in the arena? "Hello??" No answer. Out of the darkness he heard an electrical whir, and a plexiglass divider. They were both humping around every where and he pulled out. I could see how wet his cock was and it glistened int eh light. He went up to her mouth and she let him put it in and I watched her suck it some more and lick it all over. He got up and told her that he had fun and that they were going to have a great weekend together! She was still in the bed and she asked him to go downstairs and make them something to drink and that she would be down in a few minutes after she cleaned up. He left. She shivered as he approached, his rakishly handsome features afffecting her as they always did, despite the heavy whip he carried in his hand and the hard, cruel glint in his eye. Misty was acutely aware of her helplessness, her wrists held over her head by heavy manacles, her pettycoat a ragged ruin that clung tenuously to her voluptuous body. The Count paused before her, eyeing her boldly. When his eyes met hers, their gaze locked for a long moment. Involuntarily, her lower lip trembled, and.