"He glares at me, over me, and waits. I say nothing, but I wilt beforehis eye intensity.He says, "Good girl. Good slut. Now, You can't go home again, ...ecauseyou know too much."I mewl, "I don't know anythingggg!" Shut it!" Master Dave glowers down at me. "IT doesn't matter! Maybe weknow too much. Maybe...I don't fucking care."He is heaving with ferocity, trying to calm it. I am afraid he will hitme.He does. A fast backhand on my face. It hurts, more ego than pain."You are rubberslut. You said. His arms gripped her shoulders as he held her against him. She was desperate to feel some warmth at last. Urgently, his fingers searched for the buttons on the front of her dress. Undoing them, he released the dress from her shoulders and let it cascade to the floor. His hands found her breasts through her undergarments and he squeezed them softly. Emily moaned into his mouth. Taking one of his hands, she placed it between her legs. Even through the material of her bloomers George could feel. I couldn't take my eyes off her bush. As she rubbed her breasts she slowly opened her legs....exposing the slightest view, through her bush, of the most perfectly shaped, pink pussy lips. I immediately shoved the panties to my nose .....smelling her sweet pussy juices. My cock, now fully erect, i sucked so hard on those panties I thought I was going to swallow them. By now her hand was slowly rubbing her pussy. Using her left hand to spread her lips, she began lightly rubbing her clit. I now. And I squealed when I saw all that stuff in there. I immediately began taking out each plastic wrapped piece of clothing or outfit.It wasn't until I got to the bottom that I began to really start to feel that control Mistress had over me again. Lying on the bottom of the box where four-silver items, small, not very big. Some matching steel wrist and ankle restraints that went with my belt and collar look. There was also a small but sturdy O-rings on them for attaching small padlocks, leashes,.