When I finally did the entire notion hadmy pussy wetter than I could remember. I knew I craved submission and beingunder my partner's control, but at ...he same time I was too shy to admit mydark fantasies to anyone. Self-bondage as I was reading about seemed to bejust what I needed. I could "submit" to myself from the safety of mytownhome. I decided to learn all I could about ways to tie myself up. Ofcourse I did this by reading all the erotic stories on the subject I couldfind and discarding. “Let’s go into the living room and get comfortable,” ordered Vic. The three captives walked slowly into the next room, with Vic bringing up the rear. “We’ll start out nice and easy,” said Vic, “you, mom and pop, over to the sofa.” “You k**, take that big chair,” and they all moved to the places Vic had indicated. “Now momma, let’s see you give pops here some head!” Very slowly, almost in slow motion, Faye lowered he head into her husband’s lap and gingerly took his soft cock into her. In so doing I disturbed a carefully placed dust pan. The racket was like a drum section going off. I froze and waited to see if any one came to investigate, no one appeared, so I moved forward. As I passed a row of lockers, I was sized from behind in a very powerful arm lock and pressed against the near wall. A female voice whispered harshly in my ear '...cry out and I;ll break your arm off and beat the sh-- out of you....' Gritting my teeth I tried not to make a sound. The voice asked. Everyone was in the hallway to see what was going on. "Everybody take the rest of today, AND tomorrow off. I'll see ya' Thursday!" She and Sharon held each other and cried from pure joy and relief. Their girl was okay. They finally regained a bit of composure. Several of the people were still there, unsure if they should leave the "boss" in such a state. Most had never had a boss like her. She was a stickler for accuracy, but was NEVER mean about it. A mistake here and there was expected, and.