I listened for and heard the challenges and responses"Halt. Who goes there?" The keys." Whose keys?" Queen Elizabeth's keys." Pass, Queen Elizabeth's ...eys. All's Well"A short while later the final phrases drifted into the night."God preserve Queen Elizabeth!"And the voices of the guards responding, "Amen!"I felt a tingle running down my spine as I considered the fact that these very words had been said every day for almost 700 years. The longest running military ceremony of any sort. My voice. ? Being fucked like an animal andslut.? Having to be displayednaked for him.? I guess none of itwas really, really bad, not like taking drugs or murder but it was very, veryembarrassing.? I still couldn?tbelieve it.? I certainly had never thoughtmuch about being humiliated, tied up and being told what I could and could notdo.? But my body and mind refused to obeyme when being dominated by him.? Despitemy very best efforts my knickers were constantly soaked and were coated with awhite crusty. Reed at the four-cornered table and kept his head down as much as possible, keenly aware of her withering gaze on him. The hot seat ... this was going to be great, he thought bleakly. Just swell. The lasagna, while delicious, went down like cold clay and sat like it in his gut.When they'd finished eating, the silver-haired woman turned her attention to Jen. "So, I've heard all about Fiona's boyfriend, and how they met at Vander & Porter," she commented acerbically, referring to the sisters'. I took her hand and led her to the bed.I sat her down and then lit a few candles which I knew that we both liked. I turned on the music and asked her to dance for me. I settled back on the bed, watching her. Eventually she straddled me and continued to dance. I started touching her, which she responded to. Leaning in like she was going to kiss me, she went for my neck and ears, running her fingers through my hair. I was squirming.It was time for me to take control. I grabbed her, flipping her.