? ?I would suggest you beg a little harder than that girl.?I got on my knees and stared up into cold brown eyes. ?Please Mistress, please punish my na...ghty tits, cunt and mouth. Please, I am so very sorry for the infractions I commited and for inconveniencing you in having to punish me. Please help me to be a better slut.? ?Well if you insist.? She tied my hands together swiftly and expertly then tied the rope off to a ring conveniently placed in the ceiling. My feet were tied off to two feet. She had to find a way to free herself. She examined the corset first. The leather was heavy and stiff but felt super soft to the touch. The combination of luxurious sensuality and shape-forming restriction was artistic to her. She appreciated it. Still, it was oppressive. She knew the constant compression would be torture sooner or later. Turning to examine the back, she felt a sudden flush of emotion: anger leading the way, closely followed by frustration and then a contrasting feeling of. ”He walked over to a file of Greeks, and was soon laughing and joking with them in their own language.I had been prepared to dislike, even hate, Byron on sight, because of his association with my sister Becky, but confess I was overwhelmed by his engaging personality.He was a well set up man, handsome in a dark, rather brooding way, which I knew made him catnip to females, but he also radiated an aura of manliness, making him equally appealing to males, all types of males.As he walked away to. ‘Certainly madam, what size?’‘Four and a half but four if they are a wide fitting’ she replied as anyone buying shoes would do.But this was not self service. This was old fashioned personal service and befitting such she went and sat down whilst I went for the sandals. As you will recall, years ago shoe shops provided a full service – measuring and fitting.And we too had that old device that allowed me to sit on one end to facilitate fitting the shoe which of course meant that the ladies had to.