In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run...some of my needle wheels - I have four different types of 'em - all over my body. After that, I want you to stand in back of me and run your strong, black hands over me while kissing my neck and shoulders. And then," Joani looked seriously and directly into his dark eyes, "I want you to whip me - I have fifty different kinds and types of whips. It was also a mottled grey color instead of white.Stepping forward, he felt a presence in his mind. It gave him the impression of innocence and curiosity. It felt clumsy and surprised.Standing and staring now he was snapped out of his actions when Kat's voice rang out "Don't touch that egg!"Now focusing, he saw Seth with his hand extended almost touching it."No one can touch the egg but Dusty. If anyone else does it will confuse the hatchling. Only Dusty can because he has to be the one who. Never anything that he would enjoy humiliating so much.The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those untouchable lips, that had scorned him before, goaded his organ into rock- hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large expanded head, tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its tip, smearing wetly against his thin thigh. He silently opened the fly of his pants, easing the pain. "She had pulled out a pair of white stiletto shoes. I recognised theseas a pair that she had worn for me in the past when she had been theone wearing the white stockings and suspender belt.I slipped the first shoe on and was surprised at how well it fitted.Once I had put the second one on Julia commanded me to slowly walk upand down in front of her so that she good get a real good look at medressed up in her lovely white frilly lingerie.The high heels didn't feel too uncomfortable since they.