Just that she was alone, in a dark room, bound to a chair.A shudder of fear ran up her spine as realization set in. She’d been k**napped. She was no... completely at the mercy of who ever had a*****ed her in the parking lot of work. She had no idea what they had in store for her. And endless parade of nightmarish images ran through her head as she waited for her k**napper to reveal themselves. It didn’t take more than a moment.“Hello, Hanna.”Her body flinched involuntarily. She had figured she’d. I supported her either way.Then they finally agreed to get a divorce and she moved out and lived with her friends for 3 months until the divorce was final. I visited her twice when she was staying with her friends and we spent a lot of times fucking in the hotel. I was in love with her and I wanted to help her anyway I could. I went back to my apartment and started to get everything ready for her and her k**s when they move with me finally. In the early 2000's she moved with me and we got. “ARGH! Sorry! I'm sorry, My Queen!”“Good girl. Maybe you learn quickly after all. You just needed the Queen to guide you. Where were we? Yes, tickling feet!”She dug her nails on my nylon heel and glided down my soles and to my toes. Oh my god, it felt fucking amazing. And I even gently started moaning.“Oh, princess likes this. Look at that little dick. I didn't know it grew bigger. Ha-ha...not much though. But it is very pretty! So smooth and clean, and that pink little hole just waiting for. I grasped the edge of the desk to steady myself then, to my horror, I found that I could hardly move my legs. I struggled with the desk and managed to haul myself away from the book. I tried to turn and then found that my legs were utterly useless. My hips followed and soon my arms froze where I had raised them to balance my body. After a moment, I could not turn my head and I became conscious of a warm feeling all over; as though I was in a warm bath. Finally, I was totally and inexplicably.