I decided to have a slow walk into town to look at some more cars and have a look around the shopping centre. The skirt and top that I wore were quite...revealing and I went into the shopping centre for a few rides on the escalators in front of young men. I didn’t notice that one young man who followed me up one time was either drunk or on drugs but he started shouting that I didn’t have any knickers on. I guessed that he was too drunk to notice the pink antenna hanging below my pussy because I’m. I laid my head back, thinking ‘this time Maggie,’ and looked up. I had to take a second glance. The three quarter moon I’d so admired was now full. I was no astronomer but even I knew that wasn’t possible and I started to feel just a little afraid. From my left there was a gentle ‘huff’ from Benny, and I looked across to make sure all was well with him and saw none other than Jess in of all things a dressing gown walking between the stones and stroking Benny’s head. ‘Jess!’ I cried out in. “N . . . No, Master,” I stuttered. She clenched a handful on my hair and pulled my head back. “Are you sure? I’m hurting you a lot and you’re so weak.” “Please don’t stop, Master.” She pulled me backed toward the bed and threw me onto it. She was so strong for her size. I lay back and closed my eyes. Something clamped around my wrist and I looked up. She had handcuffed me to the headboard with a fur lined cuff. I considered the implications of that. The soft cuff would not chafe my wrist. I. For now, it was no worse than what you’d find in a maximum-security prison. There was a shower, and for now, it had hot and cold water; as did the sink. A toilet which flushed ... for now. The bed had a two-inch foam pad and 398had a pillow and blanket. It would all be a shock to 398 sensibilities, but there could be worse, much worse. All these things could be taken away from 398 at a whim by me.I had Adam adjust the sound so that it would be grating and harsh on the ears.I said.