I continued these 4 hour cycles for a 48-hour period, rewarding subservience and punishing disobedience. On the third day I returned to the bedroom. J...ssica had just undergone another four hours on a sexual pleasure cycle. As I entered the room her expression was somewhat perplexed, as if she was no longer able to understand where she was or what was happening to her. As I approached her I noticed a marked change in her demeanour, the aggression that she has displayed after I first captured her. Mom'slobster-colored body was bent over a barrel, arms and legs securely roped to thesplintery wood. Honey was lubing her blistered asshole, preparing to work herfist deep into Mom's bowels as she had promised. Everyone else was standingaround waiting for the action to get started. It only took Honey about ten minutes to get her hand up into mom'sasshole. She took her time closing it into a fist and once this was done, shegave us a wicked look and began pushing her arm forward, sinking about. We were having a lovely timebefore getting ready, just like the old days. I even boasted about howcool my outfit was, waiting in the other room once we'd finished ourdrinks. I admit I drunk a lot of my favourite Japanese rice wine andboasting of the good time I was going to have. The last thing I rememberis Fiona suddenly whispering "bad baby good baby" in my ear.The next thing I knew I was in a taxi dressed in bonnet, bootees, thewhole kiboodle plus gagged with a huge dummy, and locked in baby. He shook his head slowly, his eyes fixed on mine and ostentatiously began to lower the bikini to the floor. “Okay okay okay!” I hissed then with a frown on my face and a tummy full of butterflies, I turned so that my back was towards the stairs, opened my legs to shoulder width and slowly bent over until my hands were on my knees again. My bare vulva was obscenely presented to his gaze. From his position at the foot of the short stairs he would have a clear, uninterrupted view. “Wow!” The.