Well, a few scenes were added later, but the main idea is true. The only thing that doesn't help is the fact that everyone who noticed has reacted ext...emely repugnant so far. But why? As mentioned above, there is hardly any difference between the attraction of conventional “toys” and that of shoes of any kind. In addition, many do not even recognize the potential that shoes have. How many “toys” are there that specifically men can use? A masturbator works on the same principle as a tight. So I live this way projecting that I am better, and for the most part it works and keeps the wolves from my throat. I am only telling you this because as yet I have not really mentioned much about the lifestyle that I used to have, before my brother. The world of BDSM is one of many faces. It is far from cut and dried, you could say that it has a myriad of faces. Many of us live a lifestyle where part of each day is devoted to what some call scening, or play. My intention this particular. Then I got up and went to the second floor after Karina. She went into her room and closed the door. I stood in the corridor for a second. The door to one of the bedrooms was open. Looking there I saw a chair, grabbed it and put it to the door of Karina's room, blocking the door handle with the back of the chair. The door opened inward, so it should have worked.Then I went downstairs. Rebecca looked at me expectantly. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and nervously fiddling. I sprayed off some urine, put ointment and a gauze pad over her brand and wheeled her back to the Washroom. There I reinserted her IV, changed out the bags and bid her good night.She was a sobbing mass of tortured, horrified woman when I left and I didn't expect a night of interrupted sleep to do much to improve that.I took a leisurely shower and then went out front and released Christie from the tree."Pork chops tonight, slut. Have dinner ready in an hour or you'll be sleeping on the porch.