"This is a specially designed posture collar," the woman explained as shebegan to fasten it in place. "It will hold your head up high among otherdeli...htful effects." Let me go you bitch!" Debra yelled at the top of her lungs. "You can'tdo this to me!" Oh but we can, and we are," the woman replied. "And my name is MistressAnn to you!"Debra took a better look at her and realized her style of dress wasindeed that of a Mistress. All in black, with a leather corset,stockings, knee high spike. In fact, he was rather proud of Bud for finding a girl who had the apparent emotional and mental maturity that I exhibited. Sure, I am bragging when I report that, but it was the truth!Bud's brother and sister, both younger than him, were not against me: they were about a neutral as it was possible to get. That was fine with me. I just didn't want outright enemies in the camp. They loved Bud as a brother, but they were not so attached to him that a lengthy separation would cause any. . the idea of a teenage girl without her cell phone at her side in this day and age was unheard of. Shit... would she really harm herself in any way? Bree really didn't think so but who knows in a situation like this. As if anyone had ever been in a fucking situation like this she thought. This had to be unprecedented right? The shame her sister had felt in all of those entries. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light... all because of her. She. Dark chocolate is on my face and hands, in my hair and smeared on my body. The bed sheets, pillows and blankets are in a tangled mess on the floor. The silk scarves that I used to bind your ankles and wrists are either torn or lost to the messy floor. My torn panties flew across the room and are nowhere to be seen. I’m not really worried about finding them. To some degree it was all part of my plan. My plan to tease you until you had the overwhelming urge to take me however you wanted me. .