Her green eyes were gleaming as she smiled and waved to her elderly lover before diving into the pool of clear blue water. Nickalus Damansis, an extre...ely wealthy and powerful international banker smiled as Gretchen Dorfman's curvy body slipped into the cool water of the swimming pool. He had been one of the judges at the Miss Europe Beauty contest, where he had met the luscious redhead from eastern Germany. She had actually made a play for him, even though he was over forty years older than. It is for the Master to eat."The spider reared up, spit a stream of corrosive venom harmlessly skyward, then abruptly scuttled away into the far darkness. Bumboy painstakingly unraveled the paralyzed captive from the binding strands and emplaced him in a contrivance specially prepared for exactly such a purpose. He was just finishing trussing up Hiero when a thunderclap heralded the appearance of the Master."Indeed am I pleased, much pleased with my sweet little Bumboy. And presently will I. She stuck her handsout and said nonchalantly: "Okay, make my fingernails grow long."I knew that Meghan had a thing about her fingers. She kept biting hernails and it had made them look like stubby sausages. Her sisters keptragging her about it."Okay then," I grinned and deftly waved the wand like a conductor'sbaton. "I wish Meghan's fingernails were longer."The wand flared, sending a crackle of light around the room.Meghan's jaw hit the floor. "Jesus, did you see that!"I nodded. The illuminated. My face was on fire, so deeply was I blushing, her rude comments turning my cunt to jelly. I could feel the wetness growing on the sheets as, unable to stop myself, I began to grind myself against the mattress.‘Bad Kitty!’ Cindy growled, catching on quickly. I stopped, trembling, noticing the wooden ruler she held, and then watching as she placed a small pile of toys on the bed next to me my face. My leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Rope. A wooden ruler. Nipple clamps. Thankfully, they weren’t.