She managed about three steps before she lost balance and fell flat on her chest. She turned her head in time so she didn't bash her teeth out. But it...still hurt.This was it. Real bondage. The stricktest she had ever tried. Not the tightest, but there was no way she could move in a natural way and there was no way she could get free until she reached the clearing.There was no backup release. This is how she wanted it. She knew it would hurt getting to the keys, but that was part of the thrill.. Hold ups under a tight skirt that hugs her ass. No knickers, a bra, blouse and long coat complete her ensemble. High heels she's not used to impede her walk to get a cab. Soon she is standing on a street corner feeling like a slut, aware of her clothes underneath and loving that this excites her even more. Looking again at her phone the shiver returns, as does the wetness - making her question the no knickers plan - but she must listen to him. Why? She's a confident, successful, feisty woman. By then, my oldest cunt-sister, Almyra, had wed and begun her duties to her Master, leaving only myself and Aliya, older than I by a scant eleven months, still at home. Still young and protected, I wasn’t supposed to be privy to the violation of my brothers’ virgin assholes, but I was a curious, overly adventurous child. As the youngest, I sometimes slipped through the cracks, which meant I could sneak out to the barn or the fields and watch the animals. I liked to watch them copulate. It made. What else are you not telling me?" Nothing, I'm sleepy and am going to bed. We can talk tomorrow." Tomorrow you have classes," I reminded her. "Are you going to skip those and to go socializing again?" I was being a little sarcastic.She didn't answer and left the room with all the dignity a drunk can have, stumbling down the hall to our bedroom. "Good night," she yelled at me.I turned out the lights and followed her to the bedroom. She was stretched out across our bed, still dressed, already.