"But Mistress," I said keep silent!" She leapt to her feet and George knew he only had a moment or two before she would grab a ball gag and stuff it i...to his mouth to silence him."Mistress, if that is a tax demand, I may be able to help. If not I'll be quiet at once."Deanna was standing over him as he crouched inside his cage. In one hand she held a ball gag, in the other her bundle of papers. "What if it is?" she said warily. "They want the money. I'll end up having to pay." Well, there may be. But then, in an instant, she was snapped out of her fantasy.A noise, the front door with its familiar creak, oh my god. At the same time she feels a sudden dampness, and is slipping into reality. She is he, no she is me. I stand looking in the mirror and again feel the slow gush that is now starting to fill my silky panties.More hazy thoughts, I did this to myself, I’m trapped and my fantasy has caught me.More noise, this time footsteps clicking along the wooden hallway, shit, shit, shit. I. My heart rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their rough hands around my arms and dragged me into position.That position was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in front of me. Iron restraints locked my ankles to the floor, my knees against the metal brace, and my hips securely into place. A body-shaped cage contained my chest and head, limiting my vision to what was immediately in front of me and below me. Once all of the irons had. ‘The hazards that come with traveling with an old man,’ he tried to joke. She shot him an angry look. ‘You’re not an old man.’ He sighed. ‘Eve – I’m sorry, I’m not going to be able to drive tonight. Even if I hadn’t just taken muscle relaxers, I wouldn’t -‘ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said, still looking concerned. ‘I can tell you how to unhitch your car so you can go,’ he said, gingerly reclining in his seat. ‘I’m not going to leave you alone like this,’ she said vehemently. ‘But -‘ ‘Oh, zip.