She took comfort in the fact that she saw these things rather than felt them. 'Tomorrow,' she thought, 'tomorrow none of this will matter any longer.'...She reached for the blade she had set on the edge of the tub.There was pleasure in the pain, comfort in the idea that she could still feel something, at least for now. She stopped the pressure to examine the small drop of red forming on her inner arm. The steam had built into such a thick curtain around her that she was having difficulty focusing. The sheets were now a "Barbie"print and on the pillow was a new nightie and panty set with a notesaying, "For our special bimbo." I quickly finished unloading my car andput everything away before taking a quick shower.In the shower I finally had a chance to examine the chastity cage. Ifiddled with the lock then tugged and turned the cage trying to find away out. "Dam no way to get out of this thing. That's a drag," I toldmyself. Finishing up I grabbed a towel and before wrapping it aroundmyself. Mike and I were winding up electrical leads, of which there were a lot, some about forty feet long. Jane tottered up to us. “Can I get you any more to drink?” “No!” says Mike. “And look out for my saxes!” Too late, her leg had bumped the tenor, which bumped into the alto, which was about to bump the clarinet when Mike managed to grab them and get them back upright. “Ooh, sorry!” says Jane. “Bad girl!” says Mike. . She had discovered the joys of swimming in the nude and the absence of tan lines. Emma had even found that she could perform a good deed for an elderly neighbor at the same time.It was last summer when Emma had realized that old Mr. Snead from next door had been enjoying her nude swims as well. She had been laying by the pool sunning when she noticed a bright light hitting the side of the house and started to look around for its origin. She had been surprised to find Mr. Snead at his second.