Image how wrong they were.Our encounters proved to be minor as we worked our way upward. To our amazement, most of the security people were lax about ...heir duty when it came to keeping an eye on the executive elevators. Their primary job was to make certain that no one entered the executive elevators who didn't have the authority to do so and as such, all of their control stations were positioned facing away from the elevators themselves. They had never expected the elevators to be used by. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn't chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet,. Buffy didn't fight back but wondered desperately what she had done wrong."YES, WHAT?" Yes mistress," Buffy blurted out, comprehending.Drusilla relaxed her hand and began to stroke her hair tenderly."Will you be my slave?" Yes Drus... I mean, yes mistress," Buffy felt a deep change at that moment, a deep forbidden erotic longing welling up within her. It felt great."Good slave. Kiss me." Yes mistress," she leaned into the kiss and probed Drusilla's mouth gently.Somehow she didn't mind the taste. So I told Becky to spend some time with her grandmother, and we could be alone when she goes to her bridge club or on Friday evening when she's with her church sisters.Tuesday rolled around. One of Patty's friends came to pick her up for her weekly bridge game. I knew she'd be gone for a few hours. I waited about 10 minutes making sure they didn't drive back.Becky was sitting on the couch. "Okay baby. what do you want to do?" Without hesitation, she tugged on my shorts, pulling me closer, as.