The normal handle lock was present, but there was also a heavy deadbolt, which was driving her insane. A deadbolt for a door going from inside the hou...e to a basement with no door outside was paranoid wasn't it?Jennifer worked in the house, forty hours a week, sometimes more, sometimes less, she was the confidential assistant to William Carter, the famous mystery writer. She had been working for Bill for six months, since she had been hired in November, and other than a few details, loved her. Now, most girls have a submissive side, so it’s not hard to find a lover who likes to get told what to do, but it takes a special kind of girl to devote herself and her body so entirely to you that she would let you use her, abuse her, do every depraved thing you tell her to willingly and eagerly and still ask for more, beg for more, while already soaked in body fluids from head to toe with every orifice raw and sore. One such girl was Karissa.I woke up one morning with her and another girl. Jan reached out feeling for the desk and felt its sturdy wooden top."Red hot!" laughed Michael.Jan reached further and felt the outline of... something where her old computer had sat on the desk. It was cool to the touch and felt like a combination of plastic and glass and... she felt below... a keyboard!Ripping off the blindfold, she squealed to see a new computer occupying the space where her old one had been sitting that very afternoon. She had wondered why Sheila had suddenly wanted the two. “There’s no need to worry.” “I’m not worried…I …it’s…..” Fingerdoo’s skin was electric under Goodhead’s fingers.“Not worried? Then of course you have no reason to be. I like the way you’re fitting in around here. Very professional,” continued Goodhead. “Well…..most of the time.” “I can explain what I was-“ “Yes. I’m sure you can,” interrupted Goodhead. “You’re trembling. If not worried…then perhaps, excited?” “Yes ma’…..yes Miss Goodhead.” “Domina,” smiled Goodhead, gently pushing Fingerdoo.