We can address that.”It was a similar tale at Ben’s house, except that the gadgetry was even more pronounced.“Your Eamon is a very lucky man,”...said Ben. “You’re totally gorgeous, Mel, in every sense of the word. Maybe when we’ve practiced a bit we could invite you both over for dinner.”“Yeah!” said Hal. “I want to cook salmon with fresh homemade pasta.”“I want to cook a cassoulet,” said Ben.Melanie looked at their happy grins. She decided this was not the best time to tell them that Eamon had. How to make sure they don?t go wandering off andhow to make sure they keep fit enough to go on doing whatever it is you wantthem to do. There aren?t any books ? well none that are any use. There?s plentyof fantasy out there about how to treat your slaves but none of it seemed torelate to the problems of having them around twenty four hours a day, totallyreliant on you. Besides most of it seemed to involve me spending more time onmanaging the slaves than I ever wanted to. My take on this was. Just knowing that I am unable to move, see, hear, or talk is getting me more and more excited. I felt him kissing up my stomach to my breasts. He played with my nipples making them hard as lead. Then I felt the bite of his teeth and heat of his breath, my body pulsed for him. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. As he continued to abuse my breasts and nipples I was feeling more and more desire. He soon left my breasts and nibbled, licked and sucked his way down my stomach. When he passed. But to my surprise, the weight of the chain left my chest and Blake pulled on it. “Master!” I screamed out. I have never felt this sensation before and it was shocking as I arched my body to follow his hand. “No, lay back down” I did and he continued to pull on my nipples stretching them and my breast forward. I whimpered and moaned deep. I grew soaking wet and felt myself pulse to the rhythm he was creating. I needed and wanted his cock back inside me. It was inscrutiating the pleasure. I.