The phone rang at ten thirty and when Mandy answered it, the person on the other end started yelling obscenities at her. Greg saw her face and had the...sense to hit the 'record' button on the machine."You stupid slut! If you think you can lie about me at the trial, you'd better think again! You bitch, you know you wanted it. You will find out just what happens to you if you think you can go against me. Fuckin' Bitch!"Mandy slammed the receiver down, turned to Greg, and grabbed him tightly. She. One was from his brother announcing that his company had posted him back to Britain, and giving his new address in London. That left one.He picked up it up. It was in a female hand he did not know, and the postmark was from the day before he returned. It must have arrived the same morning he arrived. The postmark was London, so he opened it. He looked at the end and found it was from Tracy.He immediately felt more cheerful. She was always upbeat and had such a positive attitude, and he would. Her face was full of ecstasy at my discomfort. “Does it feel good?” the madam asked. “Yes.” I said truthfully. “How about this?” said the madam as she grabbed and pinched my clit. A surge of electricity, not as powerful as the collar, but just as effective. “God yes!” I screamed, and she gave it a mighty twist. “Whose pussy is this?” she asked. “Whose ass is this?” “Yours madam.” I said. “They belong to you.” “That’s right.” she said swating with her hand. “You’re such a good girl. My other. I am appalled! So there you are, stark naked and in bondage as usual. The only difference in your current situation is that you aren't being beaten, tortured or raped. Come to think of it, I'm not sure that you can be raped based on your previous behavior. You always seem to be enjoying yourself, no matter the size, bigger seems better to you, or how many sex organs are penetrating your various orifices. It appears that you are in some kind of small van, your legs spread to their limit,.