. Uh... Like 50?" "Holy shit!", I exclaimed. I grabbed my inventory sheet, and discovered that we were missing fourty-seven dildos. "I want ALL of the... back, Carlie. Where are they?" "They're in my car! I like to masturbate back there! What's wrong with you, creep?" It's my fucking business! I want my dildos back!" I yelled at her. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the kink section and cuffed her to a chair in the storage room, using them for their intended purpose- holding criminals. "Give me. I needed to feel a mans hands again, his strength and power.Im usually a masculine, in charge kind of guy, but being pampered like this, almost dominated, was new and exciting. He massaged my back and then down my legs. Mike was now standing back by my feet when I felt his bare cock pressed against the sole of my foot. I knew immediately what it was and it sent thrills through my whole body. As I felt his cock harden against my foot and could feel my own cock stiffening underneath me. Mike ran. Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He probably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract. She had been horrified that she could feel anything but disgust, both at him and the situation she was in.The memory of that made her angry again, and she opened the door, to walk out on the porch. She waited until he trudged across the lawn with an armful of boards and dropped them in a heap.“I told you to leave,” she said, her voice tense.“I did,” he said, looking at her.“I meant forever,” she said stubbornly.“I know,” he said. “I’ll leave again after I get this done.”“I don’t want that.