’ I took that as a good sign and then asked Heather where the stockings were so I could get some red and black thigh-highs to go with my new outfit.... As I was perusing the stocking collection, Jackie strutted over in his black stiletto heels and started fondling my ass under my skirt. As he started rimming my hole with his middle finger, he told me that my new outfit was quite sexy and he wanted one to match. I told him that if he kept up what he was doing, mine would be dirty before I even. ..I got into the shower and fel the hot water streaming down over my body. As hot as I was, I could still feel it's heat on my skin and felt my body come alive as my hands moved over it, washing my skin with the bar of soap. I always loved the feeling of my soapy body, wet and slippery and feeling as my body reacts to my touch.....your touch in my mind. My tits, firm and now soapy, slippery as my hands glide over them, soft and smooth expcept for my nipples which are now hard and erect. They. It was deliciously over the top horrible, severed heads, fake blood, a guillotine, and yes, the iron maiden I’d imagined, as well as a shackled corpse, and a cage… I want still, my mouth suddenly dry, recalling every fantasy I’d ever had about being caged. This one stood on a platform at one end of the room. It was made of metal and decorated to look old and rusty. I estimated it to be six feet tall and two feet by two wide. Just perfect to lock someone my size in and torment them. Someone. Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (known locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the platform, to a Canterbury bound train, soon to leave, both men eagerly wondering what they had let themselves in for! The porter bawling the familiar humorous cry of “why kill em and cart em to Canterbury” (to those who don’t know of the area that’s the.