I had heard so many complaints from so many women about painful calves that I knew something was going on but it was only when Alicia pointed out that...Fran and Connie had taken to walking as if in heels even when barefoot that I recalled Fran's unusual gait the night before. As we were discussing the subject, Wendy happened by, wearing heeled sandals and her summer frock, and I called her over. I mentioned that she had not complained about sore calves lately."No," she said. "I've been wearing. " Oh. I forgot about that stuff." I jumped up from the table and headed for the bedroom. "Thanks," I said over my shoulder.I still only had the clothes I had worn to the meeting at the lawyer's office and the jeans the fellow had brought the first day. Somehow, in the morning they had magically washed themselves and then found their way onto hangers. Tara had been with me too much to do it. It was obvious now that there was a plan being executed. The girls were meeting me one by one. The book. We were ok. He reached across the small table and held my hands. "Belle, meu amor, eu quero voce, I love you, I want you, I need you. You know this always, minha, mine" I drained my glass and he poured another. I was feeling the wine in my head. I shook my head side to side like a lion sniffing the air. I was feeling tipsy, my temper subsiding with the meal and wine. I looked up at him shyly, "Thank you."He smiled sweetly at me. "Belle, I like you like this, vulnerable, but always so strong." I. The whole room was mesmerized by her kinkiness and boldness. She put the ice up my asshole and threatened me with a wicked beating if any of the ice slipped back out. She told me to hold it there until it melted. I tried my best to obey, but the pain was unbearable. I tried not to scream for fear of another horrid beating. Even though my sphincter was clenched tight, I couldn't help it as an ice cube popped out. Without any hestitation, she immediately launched into a vicious beating of.