Afterall, that comment really boosted my ego. “So young lady,” I said, standing up, and taking my bag (pillow case, actually) of rope, I stepped ...ack to the bed, continuing, “I’m still not done with you. Now that you have had ‘vanilla,’ I want to just expand your horizons just a bit more.”Taking a long length of rope, as with the first time I bound my sex toy, I coiled the rope round her forearms, now behind and across her back. Now a few passes round her torso…then something totally. There was no handbook, no book of regulations, no disciplinary process to bring me to heel. The only ones guiding me were the Muses, and they answered to far greater Deities than any in this particular dimension. A lot greater than Chuck by God Shurley!Or Carver Edlund, as he was also known. Motherfucking Cosmic sadist, that rotten prick Jehovah or whatever. He and his sister could rotten, for all I cared. So could the Four Effin’ Horsemen of the Apocalypse, too. Death? The Grim Reaper wasn’t. I hate to disturb you, but I've got some unsettling news I figured you'd want to hear.'Alex quickly sat up, surprising Cate and Gail, but Cate could tell by his studious expression that he was talking to someone, so she continued to work on his shoulders, which had just gotten much tighter.'What is it?' he asked.'It's Clara. I know you told her to stay away from the media, but it seems she made a phone call which has everyone upset. You'd better find a TV somewhere and turn on Fox news. They're. The dog’s name was Royce, a German Shepherd weighing only 66 pounds. Bitch Queen was the bitch.”At her name there were cries of, “Where is she?” “Bring her back.”“Royce has been retired,” Bernard said, instantly regretting he had mentioned Bitch Queen’s name. “Princess Canis are you up to the task of proving you are the best Human Bitch in the USA?”“I am,” I said confidently, although not believing a word of what I was saying.“How tight is your pussy?” someone shouted.“As small as your cock.”.