"Very well, Ma'am."At that moment the door opened noisily and a young orderly wheeled in a trolley."Hello, Hank," he said cheerfully. "Here's your lun...h. Let's get you sitting up a bit more."Fiona cringed. "I don't doubt he means well but for a young man like him to be so familiar..." she thought. She resolved to have a word with Sister on her way out."Do you need help?" she asked Hank when the bed head had been cranked up.He started to shake his head and stopped abruptly. "I don't think so,. She tried to fight it, but it was useless. Rope encircled her wrists several times, and then passed between her wrists and hands, circling the ropes already in place. Immediately, more rope was tied around her waist, and her wrists brought to this rope and tied in place, bending her elbows, and preventing her having any movements of her hands.Another rope was tied around her elbows, pulling them painfully together, and forcing her chest out.The other man had knelt and had tied ropes around her. And yet, a casual or inexperienced observer would never have thought this young person was a male.'It isn't just the small stature and size, either,' Diana thought as she concentrated on watching her son as she... he proffered the plate of dainty pastries to Jane and Marie. 'It is also manners and mannerisms, presentation and presence. Every non- verbal cue just screams 'female', and yet, when Darryl is Darryl, he is just the opposite - all man in spite of the supposed limitations of his. Except for me.The catgirl had the spark, and she was a submissive who would relish being dominated, humiliated, and physically restrained. Her flavor was distinctly different from my pet’s heavy masochism.I wanted them both.Leather straps bound the catgirls arms behind her back, and her legs together. She had a heavy metal collar around her neck. The young woman struggled, but my pet held her down effortlessly.Vixen hungrily watched her struggling catgirl, her tail twitching back and forth.