I shrugged again and headed down the stairs, loosening the barriers between me and the rest of reality until everyone downstairs could sense me coming... I sent.I was down the stairs and in his arms then and the mental contact shifted into something a little more deep and primal. I asked, with my lips still pressed tightly against his.He did. Easily, openly, without reservation. He was a good man, freshly minted from the kind, smart, caring boy he had but recently been. I saw Great Grandpa Dave. And dusty. And did I mention it was hot? While it wasn’t hard work, per se, we soon built up a sweat. We had pulled roughly half the boxes off the shelves on the side of the garage and had them scattered on the floor in short order. I would pull boxes off the shelves, and Aunt Susan would open them, sort through the contents, and repack things in some extra boxes she’d kept for just that purpose. Once she closed and labeled a box, I would heave it back onto a shelf.The work was fairly easy, and. After such anexhaustingly sexual day, I was feeling a little naughtymyself, so I decided to see if maybe I could seduce oneof these garcons up in my room. Once again (I am alittle vixen, aren’t I?) I surveyed the crotches of thebellboy trousers, and pick the most impressive one. Back in the room, I quickly closed the door and beforehe could even ask for his tip, I threw off my dress. Wasthis seduction ploy going to work? Yes! Standing beforehim in the corset, crotchless panties, long. I was lying on a slab. It wasn’t the room I’d been originally bathed in, but this room too contained a bath. My hands and legs were manacled, held fast together with chains.Another slave was watching. He saw me stir and helped me to the bath. It was breathtakingly cold, a welcome balm on the knot of agony in my back and the network of welts on my ass. I was again washed and oils were applied. Then the slave led me back to the slab. I was compliant. I kept my eyes downcast. He placed a blindfold.