Sure enough, the phone split in half. Inside were three mini bottles of vodka, cushioned by foam.Rae lifted her eyebrows and said, “Sneaky.”“Ele...tromagnet. The battery is in the receiver. You could probably throw it at the wall and it would shatter before it would open,” he explained while removing one of the bottles.“Nice to see you putting your degree to practical use.”He laughed. “I figured this trick out when I was about twelve. O.J. okay for a mixer? Unless you want it straight?”“Good. After a great BDSM time with what became my wife we both moved on to different lives. After a couple of tough years I finally met someone who said she shared the same interests that I did. I finally figured out that she was not into the fetish at all but she said she would try the dominant role and see if she enjoyed that. I started to train her on how to be a dominate and at the same time I was collecting some women’s clothes such as a bra and garter belt and fishnet stocking as well as spike. I knew I should build up my strength for Tuseday night's exersions and the strain of work all day, but I could not sleep.For tomorrow night I would be here again. She would be here again. What would we do this time? I couldn't wait! Several times I almost began to walk toward her settlement, in the hope of spying her. But fortunately common sense prevailed. That day I was a mess. My uncle sent me home at midday after the roof I was tiling collapsed twice, telling me not to come back! At that. It was just one more in a long line of humiliations. And she's already been raped by Taylor so many times that I suspect it wasn't all that upsetting. I'm sure she'd rather have gone upstairs, showered and gone to bed. But if she has to answer the door in the nude, well, it could have been worse.We heard the door open. Taylor was obviously happy to see her. He exclaimed, "Hey, Kenzie! I heard you had an interesting day at school today! I saw you in the hall a couple of times. Don't you know.