Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more familiar...with, for she had harbored hidden desires for many years. She had fed those desires whenever she could with a stray magazine article, internet search or book that slipped below the convent's radar. She would always confess in an attempt to purge her mind, yet the sinful thoughts returned each time without fail.Saying that the BDSM kinksters. 'A kilo weight please, Corporal.' Oh God! Why had she not noticed the battered wooden table in thecorner with the field telephone, the electric flex, the butane lighters,the pliers and needles and other things scattered on it! Shewatched the soldier rummaging through a pile of battered metal weightsShe bit her lip, her breath racing as panic filled her body. The one hefinally picked up looked horribly heav y … what was itthe Inspector had said? '…We'll start with a kilo!' 'Take a deep. It is a rather good show, I must admit. She knows a good show when she sees one, that’s for sure. After about a third of the way through the episode she turned her head toward me and said, ‘You know, sometimes I wish we weren’t cousins. Then I could date you.’ That came out of no where I thought as I laughed, smiled at her and continued looking at her. She continued to smile at me and with that, moved those last three inches and against me. Sides of our bodies touch, I could really smell her. Nothing terrible mind you, just a few discrete white hairs on her upper lip, carefully bleached, but I prefer my ladies perfect, you know... "Oh you do, do you?" she asked me. I looked at her in shock. She just smiled. "We'll see about that." With that, she tore a page from her book and handed it to me. "You're going to need this," she said. I glanced at the page. I couldn't make anything out of it. It was all written in weird scribbles, right side up or upside down. I looked up.