Cynara let the warm water of the shower run over her drained body. She remembered a time when she had wondered if she could give up all these modern c...nveniences to live in the eighteen hundreds, but now it seemed like a joke. She would give up anything just to have Charlie hold her again.It had been a week since Cynara's reentry into modern times. She shuddered to think back to that first night, the overwhelming despair she had felt then. She had just wanted to dye on that bed, then at least. But her tease was that if I lost weight she would dress up for me. Saturday morning she would check my weight on the scales and if I lost 2kgs she would put on the lace underwear. If I lost 3kgs she would wear the boots and nothing else. However if I lost less that 2kgs there would be no sex at all. You have no idea how hard I worked. After 6 months I actually had a chest again as my waist had shrunk. I didn’t have a six-pack but at least I could see my feet again. I weighted myself and I had. "Humph, you kinky little devil," Emmy now relishing the instant power she has over me. I can feel it. I can't stop her from looking, I know her. Nothing is stopping her from shouting it out to the whole Pub. "I actually find it quite sexy, seeing a man wearing hot panties. And in shocking blue too!" I can feel Emmy's cool hand slide down the back of my Jeans over the top of the lace that is binding my arse. I shoot her a look and she leans forward and whispers in my ear, "This feels nice Humph.. Yer goin' to be my cunt now, and I'm goin' to fuck yew up until yew forget yore 'yuman!" Were the awful words to which I awoke.Powerful hands were stripping me, efficiently removing my rough prison dress, my bra, my wee-sodden knickers. It was midsummer; it always seemed to be summer when my life went crazy. The cell was like an oven, and I dumbly, dazedly thought for a second that it felt good to be naked. But the woman who owned this space was crowding me, overpowering me until I found myself.