He likes everything to be just so,’ Noelle said. ‘Fair enough,’ I said. ‘And it is just so. Just perfectly so.’ And it was. The wine at lunc... may have had something to do with it, but I felt as if Noelle and I were off on some kind of adventure. Two strangers — thrown together — all alone in a mysterious castle — on the top of a mountain — in the middle of a snow storm. Oh, and it was Christmas Eve. All the ingredients for a gothic romance. Not that I’d ever read a gothic romance — unless you. ” He didn’t miss a beat. His hand drew back and slapped my right breast hard. I bit my lip and he repeated the action on my left tit, keeping it up alternately, even as I flinched. Then he moved somewhere behind me, returning with a set of nipple clamps. There was a short chain between them and after he’d secured the clamps on my tits, he made me hold the chain between my teeth. If I looked down, there was no pull but in any other position the chain stretched and the pain in my nipples. ? She relaxes as his hand strokes lovingly at her thighs, she whimpers, wanting them to go further but knowing they will not. He starts his caning slowly and first but gathering speed. She grunts deeply, finally letting go her body goes limp, his excitement grows his caning getting harder. She moans loudly, in pain and pleasure. Stopping the caning, she hears the faint zipping of pants, the scuffle of shirt been thrown across the room. She feels his warm hands on her burning, red ass, spreading. I had worked pretty hard on the resume and it was the only copy I had so I asked when it would be convenient for me to pick it up. He told me the next day would be fine so I said I’d be out the next day to pick it up. As it happened I wasn’t able to make it there until the day after. I rang the bell at the reception and after some time waiting I was greeted by a very flustered older man named Russell. “How can I help you?” he said in an exasperated tone. “Errr, are you Martin?” I asked, “you.