"...Thank you, mistress."John sighed.The mistress ignored his thanks, and allowed Kitten to have the honours of tying his other ankle to the other res...raint, so that now he was stood there against the wall with his arms and legs spread wide. Completely tied up and rendered so helpless against the wall.It all happened so quickly, that it only dawned on him just how well and truly fucked he now was when he tried to move an arm, and felt the full resistance of the restraints. He really couldn't. I wasn't just calling her honey as an endearment. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help. Whether I made a noise, I know not but I saw Susie looking straight at me with a grin like a Cheshire cat. Jim was oblivious. Jill must have noticed Susie's look as her hand stopped its pleasurable endeavours, slid into mine and, again gesturing for quiet, she led me out of the room, gently closing the door. As soon as it was shut, our hands were all over each other, delving under clothes to feel bare skin whilst we kissed each other deeply, exploring to find the most sensitive parts of the. She even said that her mother's deodorant had a nice rounded smooth top that could also be pushed partway in. As I said, Annabel knew everything.That evening was the beginning of me becoming a serial student of masturbation. With Annabel's advice in mind I picked up my hairbrush, the one with the nice rounded end, and I lay on my bed and did just as she had described and wetted the shaft with my spit and placed it at the entrance to my pussy (it was Annabel who told me that 'pussy' was a word.