In a way she wanted to take them off but she was still a bit apprehensive about it. “Yeah, well I guess I'm not sure I'm ready for that, at least no... yet,” she replied. In a way, Tommy was relieved. He didn't think he was ready either. He looked at Bill though, and saw that he was somewhat disappointed. They all needed something to get their minds off it. He turned to Kara, “Lets play another round of the game, see how you feel then.” “Okay,” said Kara, “It's your turn.” Then looking at Bill. "Well, now I am going to punish you, but before that I will give you a choice" she told me. Searching through the sports bag she took out a black leather collar, with a metal D ring on its front, followed by a spanking paddle. "This is the choice. You will accept to obey me and be my willing slave slut, and then you will earn the collar, the training and the punishments you deserve; or you will be free as you were until yesterday to live your pitiful life, and I will leave this house and. By the time I got home, I was already tired. The telephone was ringing. The crutches clattered as I threw them on the tiled floor. I started to climb the stairs. There was an unexpected problem. My bandaged foot was numb, and I wasn't wearing a shoe. That was the reason why I was limping. I made slow progress up the stairs. The ringing persisted. I tried to move faster. Near the top of the stairs, I caught my bare toes against a step and fell. My left knee hit against the edge of the last step.. I scrunched up as small as I could, but I was already so close to the wall that I couldn't pull away from his hand without making it clear that I was entirely awake, not just shifting in my sleep. I lay still, hoping he would roll over and leave me alone. A moment later, I felt his fingers slip under the waist of my pajama bottoms, and then he was sliding his hand under the sidestrap of my panties to rest on my hip.I muttered incoherently and tried to push him away -- but vaguely, still faking.