That may not seem alot but for a 10 year old with no allowance it is. to make sure i did not get sun burned on my budding titties he would put way too...much lotion on them. Things stayed the same till I was 12. My dad would have poker parties over at the house and Mike and the others would say i would be a great hostess. My tits were now a b-cup and i even saw my dad looking down my shirts a few times. It was a big rush to know i was haveing an effect on all those grown men. As the. My sister and I both found out at an early age that it excited us to see peopletied up on television or in the comic books or in stories and novels. I don'tknow what it is, and I doubt Christy did either at the time, but the idea-at least for me- of being tied up, gagged and helpless while someone paradedaround free to do whatever they wanted excited me no end. That someone beinga girl or woman made it even better for me. I found out later that it was differentfor Christy, but I'll get to that-. Outside of doing a little housekeeping, I do not demand too much from my sex slaves. I flog them and ball them, but they enjoy that. Receiving a few strokes from a free woman reminds them that they are sex slaves. I ordered Shannon to crawl on her hands and knees to the room with an open door. Shannon was greatly relieved. She knew what was going to happen next and she would not be flogged anymore today by a free woman. I told Phoebe to visit Caroline and to bring a whip with her and to. She knew how close she’d come. The nurses had fastened her in the wheelchair and taken her to yet another room. This was the fourth room she believed they’d taken her. When they reached the room one unlocked the door while the other rolled her in. The nurses didn’t tarry. They unfastened her fetters, and unceremoniously left her in the room, no discussion, no explanations, and no solace. The nurses had discharged their patient. It was time for lunch, and the pizza was getting cold. The woman.