Once he got an idea in his head, he had to build it; it became a compulsion for him. He had plenty of materials to use, and one resource he was eyeing...was a power sander, completely unusable for its proper purpose when the rubber pad that the Velcro-lined sand paper would stick to had been torn. Every time he turned it on, he could feel the centrifugal force of the rotations pulling at the tear, dangerously destabilizing it. But its motor still worked and it had an adjustable speed. Plus with a. Confident that I would not hurt myself, I decided to take the risk, and pushed myself into running as fast as I could. The speed at which everything passed me was astounding and at this rate, I would get there just after midday today. I was able to keep the pace quite easily, though I did start feeling the signs of fatigue that a sprint used to give me. I began to worry that I was running too fast to see anything coming up before it was too late. I decided to slow down to a more manageable. Good. I mean, GOOD! Burns scare the living shit out of me, so I guess I really could be in much worse shape, yes-no-maybe? If he lives, can I meet him?" "I'll make sure you do!" he said, releasing her hand. "Now I know you'll be okay -- anyone who can say seriously, as you just did, that things could be much worse, well, you've got hold of reality. Bravo!" Carrie sniffed, shrugged, said "Logic is me, I guess. Lots of my acquaintances don't like it when I get this way. But elsewhere madness. I was grateful that it was turning out this way. Life was good. I handed the leash to Kathy. "Erica. Listen clearly. This is your new Mistress. You understand little pet. We're going to share you. I know you won't mind, will you little sub? You'll do whatever I want, won't you little slut? Please your Master now." With that Kathy jerked on the leash and the nipple clamps forced Erica to respond. She fell to her knees. She crawled over to my wife, her new Mistress and submissively knelt with her.