What do you think of that?" What are you talking about, Dad?" I had propped myself up on my elbows."What are you fucking stupid or something? I’m go...na fuck your butt. I need to fuck something, and here you are. It’s about time you started to earn your keep around here anyway." You’re drunk," I told him."Yeah, and you’re fucked," he answered, and reached for one of my legs. I pushed his hand away."Stop it, Dad!" Shut up and give me your ass, faggot." I’m not a faggot, Dad!" I wasn’t. I liked. ‘I have to get back to work. You—’ she pointed at Dom ‘—don’t ever do anything like that again.’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he agreed. He lowered his eyes to the floor, the picture of remorse, and Dee couldn’t hold back a laugh. She squeezed his arm on her way out and he knew he was forgiven by at least one of them. There was an awkward silence, then Lani said, ‘Have a seat.’ ‘Thanks.’ He sat and stared at her for a moment. For the last couple of days, Dom had stewed over the whole incident. He had turned a. .." "I said SHUT UP!" She slapped my face harder and I considered it would be better to do as she said."But before you can begin you have to open the box, dear." Steffi looked a bit puzzled but opened the box. Inside there were some stones - that's why the box was that heavy - and a velvet choker with a silver heart. "You have to wear it while you use him" "Thanks Sandra, but I cannot do it if he doesn't want it." "Don't be silly! Does he seem to be interested in your feelings when he kisses. With that, she pulled out the bands similar to mythigh bands and went to place them just above my knees in the hobbleposition. I wasn't begging but I asked her not to do it. She figured outhow to adjust them to fit but thankfully didn't have the key to lockthem. I was effectively hobbled. Thankfully, she didn't bother with whatwe assumed were ankle bracelets as there was nothing to attach to them(or so we thought).Sara then took from the case a long coiled metal "leash" and hooking itto the "D".