Turning to leave, the red bag, hanging from a hook on the far wall, caught his eye. He walked over to it and reached out. He could smell the intense r...bber aroma emanating from it. His hand stroked it gently, causing the entire bag to sway gently from its hook.?Like it?? The voice said suddenly, causing Adam to almost jump out of his skin. ?It holds a gallon and a half. My ex could never take the whole thing. Think you could??Fiona walked into the room as Adam backed up towards the nearest. He had a method to get her to agree to anything, to each further step down the path to slavery. He'd tie her down, suckle and caress her breasts, trail his fingertips down her sides and flanks, ravage her with kisses and hot breath and licks on her ears, before working down to her thighs- teasing and stroking around her pussy, before going in to kiss, lick, suck and probe her clit and hole with fingers, tongue and toys. She loved it- her body loved it. She'd moan and twist, straining to . Of course because it was low to the ground, whoever was fastened in it by the stocks would have to be on their knees.Once completed, he moved on to the bigger design, which was akin to a glory hole cabinet but with some curious additions. The main part consisted of three sheeted walls with the glory holes strategically cut; the forth side had a Perspex viewing screen but no glory hole. Immediately surrounding this was three separate compartments each one about eighteen inches deep and as wide. Alan in love with me, in love with my feet. He no can live anymore without me and feet. He agree to everything I ask. I no force him to be slave. He come along of free will, his own decision, the last choice he ever make, hee-hee. I give him new name, Chinese name, Alan no good for name, too yucky, Bernadette no like it. Xiao, I tell him is new name. He ask what it mean this name xiao. I say, ?it mean kitten, pussy,? hee-hee.Next I take home to family for show. For this he wear red silk hobble.