It succeeded yesterday. No more. I had other things to do.And one of them was walking down the hall with me, holding my hand, telling me-again-that I ...as beautiful. We needed to talk, and badly-but, somehow, I thought it might be a good talk. Maybe I hadn't blown it all to pieces yesterday.Anyhow, no chance to talk now-it was time for art. Mrs. Taylor called us up to the front.Her first pose arranged us on the couch. Frankie was on his left side up against the back of the couch. His head was. Then with the calm came a new arousal and her grin was feral, her mind made up, she reached into the package to retrieve the next two items. The first was a pair of leather gloves with spikes sewn into their palms and the second was a special harness. Alice had commissioned both these items to be made discreetly by a boot-maker in Saville Row. A gusset ran from the waistband, tapering towards the back to sit in-between Alice's bottom cheeks. Into this gusset had been sewn two solid rubber. She looked to be about 5'1" and 260 lbs. What I especially liked about Lauren is that she was very confident with her body. She flaunted her fat curves off by wearing tight-fitting clothes and had a very flirty personality. I spent most of the evening mingling with friends and other girls and flirting with Lauren off and on throughout the evening. At one point she asked me to go outside on the back patio and smoke a cigarette with her. We lit our cigs and started talking and flirting, my. Time continued to slowly pass. Damp and cold I began to cry out sob and beg to be released. No one took any notice for some time. Then I heard my Mistresses voice say."If you don't stop whining I will give you something to cry about."I stopped for a while I could not hold out for much longer I began to cry again pleading for my release. I heard my Mistress speak at me once more then further laughter."You will now get something to really cry about."I felt her hands come through the cage bars. I.