Sharon’s expression went from delight to disgust and then to a broad grin and then anger and another smile all in the 2 minutes it took me to explai... all this. I couldn’t help but giggle, and it wasn’t even my normal boisterous laugh it was a tiny, naughty giggle. Like I was saying ‘i’m such a bad girl’. Sharon laughed too and said ‘Ok then, but I hope you know what your doing.’ I put my hand on my chest and gave a look of mock surprise. ‘You know me Sharon!’ I picked up the tray of. The minute he released the weight, the rope went slack and all the restraints snapped into place. Ginger was expecting the wrist and ankle restraints but she couldn't help gasping when the belly, shoulder and head restraints came out.Ginger couldn't help but be impressed. She had grown bored with bondage games years ago, but this machine sent a chill down her spine that she had not felt in a long time.The Professor went to the foot of the table and swung out a dildo, positioning it right. They were wet, sticky. She sniffed them, smiled, swept them under Gene's nose.He inhaled instinctively before slapping her hand away. "Goddammit, Holly." Her scent lingered in his nose, light, florally, sweaty, briny, pleasantly fishy. Gene forced thoughts of Holly's pussy away, said, "tell me what the fuck is going on."Holly sat upright, exhaled, looked toward the rear of the cabin. "How much does she know ... about Mason Shay." Nothing." Gene's reply was automatic."Thought not. She's gonna. She'd admitted to herself that she was no longer the owner of herself. I make my way to the main entrance, passing the through the main hall's paintings, carvings and the art. The art is my collection of six slaves, two sets of identical triplets. They sit on their knees, hands behind their heads with open mouths like every slave on the estate is expected to. Three on one side of the hall, three on the other. Each has a unique nipple shield pierced through their nipples which are chained.