Pulling her hand away she slapped Sofi’s tits, first one then the other. She was told to turn around and put her hands behind her back. Still in the...dark Sofi did as she was told. With the crop dangling from its wristband and the soiled and ruined thong tucked into the top of her corset she grabbed the school tie still hanging over her shoulder. With an expertise born of much practice she bound the girl’s wrists together. I thought it might be an idea to get her to teach me the proper way of. I have lived through many nights when I would think that people offered mercy to rabid dogs and hoped that my children would even show as much mercy on their father who was dying all alone in his empty house, but after some time even that hope faded. I remember, my father took my face in his hand on his deathbed and told me that he knew that his values, his thoughts would live on in this world till such time as I walked the earth and that gave him a shot at immortality because these same values. When she emerged fromthe bathroom, she looked stunning. I mean in all the years we weremarried, she had only looked this good a few times. She had on a corsetand a black cocktail dress that shaped her well, plus some modern 3"heels. Her hair was frizzy and well done, and her makeup was a tad muchbut she looked wonderful.With that she said let's get started.She first put my ankle cuffs on then my wrist cuffs. She looked aroundthe room and said I know. She led me into the closet and sat me on. Mark drained his beer. "Okay, here it is. Think it over good and hard. Today's what, Monday? If you think you're into it, then we'll have a trial run on Thursday. Get yourself a good Brazilian. You know what that is, right? And you can pay for that with a credit card, yeah? Good. Then I'll come to your place Thursday. I'll show you how it's done, what to do, what to say, everything. Then we'll see what you think. If you do well, then I'll put up the grand and get you on your way. Deal?" I.