Before I left I knew I’d want to carry my wife through the threshold so I cunningly didn’t latch the door so I wouldn’t break the jam. I felt my...wife softly sob deep in her lungs as she looked around my home. It wasn’t the first time she had been in here, with her father of course, but this was the first time she was seeing my, I mean our home as my wife. I set her down and she turned towards me, longing in her eyes. I couldn’t wait to get her out of that dress. I would be careful of course. Aren’t women supposed to love that? I do when it is horses and horse stuff. The other girlie things I don’t need.”When he got back it was later in the afternoon and the architect and builders were at the table with plans and wine. Tom said, “Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m glad you started without me.”He looked at the crude paper but could understand the design. It would be a basement and four stories above ground. It had the arches that supported the coliseum and the aqueduct. He also liked the. Too many women had been taken out of the huts at night, most of them didn't come back, or if they did, they usually didn't say anything, preferring to suffer their cuts and bruises in silence.From a small table alongside where she was tied spread-eagle fashion, he picked up a glass tube, about two inches in diameter and a foot or so long. Gently, almost lovingly, he spread her cunt lips apart and slowly inserted the tube, pushing it in until she felt it pass her outer walls and nestle within. “Three thousand dollars? Do you actually have that much on hand?” I asked Shiraz, truly staggered.“A lot more than that, Master, but it’s the first token of my surrender, dear. A sign that I am yours and everything that I have is yours, too, as long as you wish to claim me. I’m a very rich Persian princess, if you’ll pardon the stereotype, and yes, I like to think of myself as that ... as a captive princess. Your captive princess, that is. My captivity began last night, when I met you and fell.