Maybe it's wind, howling through an opening somewhere...but it's too constant, and unchanging. There are brief sensations of terror, but I don't know...why, almost like dementia, fleeting thoughts, that you can't seem to remember only seconds later. What the fuck is going on?Where am I?The sound suddenly stops. Utter silence. Terrifying silence. Then I realize the silence is not silence, but deafening. I just cannot hear. and the perceived silence slowly morphs into a high pitched buzzing. Panties, collar and chain and have a camera ready. As I stepped back into the living room, after shutting the door, he reached out grabbed the chain and forced me to the floor. On my hands and knees he instructed me to undress him. This had not been mentioned in our messages but I had been hoping this would play out just like this.I fumbled with his belt, then his pants. His pulling on the chain and telling me to hurry was making me more excited and nervous. The feeling is the best, almost like. We just think that physically you are so comfortablebeing a girl that maybe from within you are one as well. You shouldthink about that."Mrs Mehta was looking at me with new found respect and adoration. I hadwon this woman over, I think."Anjali, now listen to me. I will not allow you to go back to living asa man as long as you live in this house or want to take over my company.I don't want people to pass comments about you behind my back - Mrs.Mehta's effeminate son or other mean things that. Stephanie matched his rhythm, mewling at each stroke. She could feel the ecstasy building inside of her like a plume of steam as he thrust into her faster and faster. She bucked and squirmed in her bindings, screaming into her gag as she was engulfed in a fissure of white hot bliss that seemed to be burning her alive. At the edge of her mind, she felt him spray into her and hold himself there despite her thrashings until he collapsed on top of her. Neither said a word as they panted,.