The hot water stings my sensitive nipples as they are being twisted. Patrick walks around so he is behind me with a water proof remote so he can stop ...he twisting if I need it. My arms are chained above my head. My legs chain to the floor so I cant slip, just in case the non slip pad doesnt work. Patrick holds his favorite flogger and pulls his arm back. He snaps the flogger against my wet bottom. Yelping I slightly move forward, as my nipples twist a little tighter. Gritting my teeth I moan. ”The three entered the darkened building and were pleased that the air conditioning was working. Their bags were set by the door, and just before the door was closed and locked, Zeke flipped on the lights. When their eyes adjusted the three men found a small table with three chairs. A pitcher of Ice Tea and some disposable glasses was placed in the middle of the table, and three small cots were on the far side of the room. A white chamber pot and lid was sitting in the corner to the left of the. His hands grabbed my hips to steady me and slid up to my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. I gasped at the feeling, breaking our kiss. I shifted against him so I was straddling his hips and felt his hardness against my belly. My hands snaked down enjoying the contours of his body till they reached his pants, cupping the bulge over it. I enjoyed his sudden intake of breath and was surprised as he pulled me back down onto him and plunged his tongue back into my mouth. The smell of petrichor. "Come on, girl, I want to see how you look before your flow startsagain."I hated that kind of talk. I wasn't having flow. I was excited. Aroused.Getting hard.She grinned. Despite her kindness I experienced a flash of cruelty: "Thatthing's not impressing anybody. The sooner you realise who you are thebetter."It was awkward at first, figuring the uniform out. But then I realised itwas just a basque. Fancy. Sexy. Black with lots of hidden hooks at theback. Wired, push-up cups. Lace trim all.