After all, I likely wouldn't be wearing them too long anyway. When I had applied for "enslavement" at the Institute, I could simply have opted for the...self-collaring - a simple pickup where the only clothing prescription would have been that I would have put on the leather puppy-collar which would have been sent to me in the mail. Instead, seemingly on a whim, I had chosen the full package - the off-the-street-kidnapping. For a moment, I had even considered choosing the. Just to get an idea how long it should be smoked.Miles: Hell yeah, I'm starving.Me: It has to be thoroughly cooked to prevent disease. It may not be completely dried out yet, but we should at least check.Just as I had expected Miles agreed with a head nod. We moved the barrel to the tarp we hadn't used over the doghouse. Then I cut one of the three hangers loose. I cut it carefully saving as much of the wire as possible so that it could be reused. The squirrel landed on the tarp which was. But despite the stinging spanks, I found myselfincreasingly aware of this intense flush of pleasure that was totallyabsorbing my mind and my very intimate parts, the place where boys haddared to touch me but never had. I could feel such a warm wetnessthere and where some of my knickers nestled against. I did not care.She was spanking me harder now but as she did I wriggled my bottom andpressed my pelvis up hard against her tight skirt and sheen stockingclad knees as much as my restrained body. Then one night, my brother, who slept on the same room as me, found the mag which I had hidden out of shame. And went on to blackmail me into sex. I've been blackmailed only a couple of times in my life but this was the only time I was trembling in anticipation.. I had seen my brother in the shower after we played soccer, with the whole team, and I knew his cock was much larger then mine, even though I am normally built.He was laying back on his bed, demanding me to pull back the sheets. As I.