Or at least you will the instant you stop toying with me. I thought the man was supposed to throw his sex slave on the bed and ravish her.”“Do you...really want to be ravished?” I asked carefully as I began running my hands over Constance’s torso. I kept them between her breasts and the elastic of her panties as I held her in front of me.“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” Constance asked. “I mean...” She paused and frowned.“If that is the way things worked at your home I can understand some. Face it jerk, on your best day you couldn't put me in my place. But if you'd like to prove me wrong you're welcome to try." "Fine! Eleanor, let me borrow this little punk for an hour. After the disrespect I've been shown I'm entitled to punish him." Tom never took his eyes off the stranger. "Yes, Mistress. Please, lend me to this loser. I'll do whatever he says and weep and wail and be the perfect little slave the whole time. But it'll only be because you wished it. And all it'll prove is what. Sheinhaled the latex miasma surrounding me with a smile and leaned back inher seat, leaving me in turmoil, shifting my latex-constrained body onthe massive intruder that kept me full and stretched since early thismorning. I felt her behind me, heard her breathing as she inhaled theintoxicating smell of latex, warmed by the heat of my body, the smellthat has constantly been with me since the first night of thisconference...Time dragged. Time crawled. Time seemed to stop altogether, and. Now let me see your wedding gown. Goput it on."Trying to make up for upsetting her I answered, "Its bad luck for thegroom to see the bride before the wedding." I guess you are right Hon. Why don't you just make supper." I changedinto a simple housedress and made a delicious supper. After washing upthe dishes we sat watching TV until she told me to get ready for bed. Ichanged into a flannel nightgown, set up the cot in the bedroom and wentback to watch TV until Hilda told me to go to bed. It was.