The project was that her bondage would get stricter and stricter, and more dangerous with each new challenge. Until she found herself in am inescapabl... bondage that would kill her. I like to write this kind of things. So, if you can imagine a cruel bondage situation, feel free to send it to me over e-mail, and I shall try to escape it and send you my story. Also, you can check my blog on my Yahoo 360? where you will find other types of scenarios I like to write for. Collaborative writing is. After I got back from the store she had me give foot massages to the neighbors (both the husband and the wife) while they chatted away.After they left she told me to go get cleaned up because she wanted to film my performance again tonight. I said, "What performance?" and she told me that she had eight people coming over for dinner that I was serving and I was the after dinner performance. I begged her no but she told me that I brought this on myself.I cleaned up and started cooking dinner and. " I look at her and kind of feeldoubt in her tone.I feel Penny running her fingers threw my hair making me more relaxed."I really need to talk to you while were alone sweetie, and please stopplaying with your hair it looks fine." I sit up and look at theconcerned look on my beautiful wife's face."Um I really don't know how to tell you this. I mean I don't know thewords, on how to explain." Now I am thinking there is some bad news noone has told me. Penny stares into my worried eyes. "Oh it's. “I usually can’t wear this suit. If Joe knows I am coming over to work on my tan in this bikini, he calls his little horndog friends to come over and spy on me. I figured I was safe this weekend with him not here.” “Your secret is safe with me,” I said, smiling. “I won’t go blabbing to the guys in school that I saw you in micro-bikini bottoms.” “I know,” she said. “Sara said she was surprised but glad that you were so discreet about those seven minutes you spent in a closet. She wasn’t ashamed.