She was everything that Heather had wanted to be physically. Her blonde hair cascaded off of her shoulders. Her large breasts were spilling out of the...black bra she wore. Page's waist was narrow and her stomach contoured with writhing muscles. She wore black leather pants that were widely laced up the sides allowing three inches of skin to show through. Black ankle high spike heeled boots completed the tour de force of her sensual display.From the very first time she had seen Page, Heather. In fact, what I reallywanted was what I had become: a girl whose sole focus was her servitudeto the woman she belonged to.My room was immediately adjacent to Mistress?s suite. It had two doors:one that led directly into her bedroom and the other to a rear hallway.Both doors were kept securely locked when I was inside. I did have awindow that faced a stand of redwood trees, but the view was obscured byiron bars; I could open it for fresh air but little else. I must admitthough, my room was. Look, brother, Mark's left me lock up, shit." What?" said Bobby."Handcuffs, that bastard Mark as left me locked up," she blurted out."Holy shit," gasped Bobby."Yeah, tell me about it," she sighed."So, where's the key?" asked Bobby."That bastard Mark took it with him," she said. "Can you run after him for me?" Sure, sis," said Mark, "but I think it's too late, his car's already gone." Shit, I'll kill him, I swear I will, the bastard," she said."Look, sis," said Bobby. "What kind of handcuffs are. They are so gentle, careful and experienced. They treat me like a princess, so I can’t help treating them like a king. But let me begin to tell you what happened. After I had started my new job, I had some time and thoughts to write a story for Lush about a taboo encounter in Okinawa last year. I uploaded it and the response was amazing. One friend (let’s call him ‘N’) poked me and we chatted about the story. ‘How r u?’ ‘Hot and horny’. ‘Why?’ ‘Because of the responses to my story.’ ‘Great.