Theface staring back at me was young but plain, perhaps some make up willhelp. I took the curlers from my short stylish brunette hair and brushedinto ...ome soft waves. My hair barely touched my shoulders and I thoughtto myself how my mother kept telling me it was too long and I had tomake an appointment at the beauty shop to get it cut. Better get dressedyou need to get to work Charlotte.How the hell did I know exactly what drawer to open as I stared down atthe sea of plain white panties and. She didn't withdraw her hands but I could see her body stiffened and her face flush. While I watched, tears welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. I went around the counter and put my arm around her shoulder. She turned and buried her face into my chest, her arms around my waist and began to cry, soft, rhythmic sobs. We stayed like that for perhaps three or four minutes until the frequency began to subside. Suddenly, she gasped, "Oh my God!" And I realized that my robe was. At first this had freaked her out and she had trashed and wailed, cried and struggled and completely lost her mind due to claustrophobia. It had taken weeks until she had finally gotten used to spending her nights like this: Her anus and vagina are plugged, her body in the usual pony-harness, her arms in a slightly less cruel bondage than during the daytime, her hands in leather pouches and wrists cuffed on her back instead completely immobilized in the heavy leather gear.Now she feels that he. “Whatever ya say, Copper.”Her living room was still packed full of boxes from when she moved earlier in the year. All she did need was unpacked and out in the open. Her television, couch and a bookshelf, full of books and crystals and tarot cards, as well as CDs that she tries to sell for her band. Turning on her heel, she takes a sit on the couch, folding her legs under her and watching as he entered.He was mighty intimidating. As she stood at a mere five foot six, he on the other hand, had to.