’ Her lips barely parted enough for the word to escape. It wasn’t really a plea for mercy, or a disagreement with his assumptions, it was simply a... acknowledgement of the cruel nature of the world. ‘It won’t hurt.’ ‘I know. It’s just…’ ‘You’re scared?’ ‘Yes.’ The man sighed — it was heavy and shook his whole body. ‘Do you want to know my secret?’ He asked rhetorically, shifting the cold, black weight from hand to hand. ‘What I do on these dark nights, just before it happens…I look up and. “Do we need a taxi Matt?” Ben asked.“No, it’s quite close, unless you girls can’t walk in those shoes.”“I’m good.” Roxy said, closely by me saying the same.With Charles telling us to enjoy ourselves we stepped out of the door onto the street.I’d forgotten how chilly it can be on an evening in September in England and I felt my nipples expand and feel the cold, but Matt had said that it wasn’t far so off we set, Roxy and me linking arms in front and Ben and Matt behind navigating and looking at. I said I was getting tired, he said I can lay down in his bed. He took my hand and showed me to the bedroom. He pulled the sheets back and I climbed in. He pulled them back up,covering me. He ran his hand over the sheets, his hand felt comforting. I closed my eyes while he ran his hands over me.I must of dozed off, when I opened my eyes he was gone. I got up and went back to the front of the house. He was sitting in front of the fireplace reading. I asked if I could sit with him,he reached. Herfavorite Heartwood flogger hung in its position from her chain belt,within easy reach of her gloved right hand.Her left hand held the leash attached to the black patent collar aroundmy neck. My costume was even more minimalist - and striking. A shinyblack-patent-leather Paul C corset hugged my torso from breastbone tohip, compressing my waist to twenty-two inches. Sheer black seamedstockings caressed my slim, shapely legs from toe to thigh and wereheld in place by garters attached to my.