I began dressing up in little skirts, fishnets and strappy tops and taking photos (a lot of the time close ups of my ass with a lot of my ass exposed)...to post on the net, and eventually I posted some. I cut the crotch out of the fishnets I owned and began attempting to insert all kinds of things that resembled a penis up there when I got excited - anything from bananas to deodorant bottles. I would post web cam photographs of my tits and ass on the net, with titles such as, 'Like my tits and. As he had said, all of the Handful of Darkness catalogue was already on his computer, which was synched via the Internet with the one in his London home. It was more Classic Hard Rock than Metal... he liked to think more subtle and melodic than the brute force of some forms of the genre.There were several legal download sites he used, but Apple’s own probably more than others. He also didn’t know much about religious music, but there was a fairly large selection listed of which he paid for. So I sit down on the kerb and just chill out and wait, after a couple of minutes you come out the house Fuckin hell I stare at you, you look amazing in your leather jeans and a Plunging black vest top that shows off your breasts you've got a new hairstyle and look stunning, My cock jumps to attention you smile and we cuddle one another and have a quick Snog. Enough you tell me as my hands touch your breasts you slap them away. Turning you nip back into the house grab your Jacket and Helmet and. He ran a hand along my back and ass and I felt my skin tingle at his touch. I was soaking wet in anticipation. After a couple minutes I heard to tsk of disapproval and my heart sunk, thinking the worse. I suddenly felt a swoop on my ass cheek and yelped out in pain and surprise. "Slave, you did not follow my orders," he said in a disapproving voice.My heart sunk and I began to search my head for what I forgot. It came to me just then "Remove all your clothing except your heels...", but I was.