She had never before seen boots so beautiful, nor with heels so terribly high.Not being too good at walking with so little light to help her see. She ...as guided from her bed chamber to the dining room, by her two latex-clad assistants. Master sat there quietly, waiting for her to arrive. From the little that she could see, he was dressed from head to toe, all in black leather. It was like he was ready to go motorcycle riding, but in a very erotic, fetish way. Besides his clothing, he had a. Her eyebrows blackened with the heat of it. I brought it down over her body. I held it above her breast. I kept it close enough that she had to modulate her breathing; with her hyperventilation, her chest was at risk of heaving into it.But still she didn’t beg, so I brought it down lower on her body, held it over her open pussy lips and engorged clit."Maybe I should just give up on you. Maybe I should leave you unable to feel pleasure again."I brought it closer. Her pubic hair charred. "Yes, I. It was about 7:00. We cleaned up a little and changed. Mom put on a pair of cute shorts. They were just a tad snug. I could see her panty line. As we were leaving she kissed me and said, “You can see my panties can’t you?” I smiled and said, “Yes.” “Good. I was hoping you could.” She’s always teasing me with her panties in one way or another. And I love it. So does she. We both were hungry, so we headed back to the Oyster House. Since it was Friday, the place was crowded. We had about an hour. He awoke with a throbbing in his head. He tried to rub the back of his head, but couldn’t move his hand. He looked around, and saw he was tied to a table. He tried to move his other hand, and couldn’t. He turned to see his wrist cuffed and chained to the table. He continued to look around and started to flail, but couldn’t manage to move an inch. His arms, wrists, legs, ankles, and stomach were all cuffed and chained to the table. His knees were bent and tied to keep them that way, his.