There was a fridge, microwave, dishwasher, stove and sink. I was forced to kneel on the cold concrete floor. The plastic cuffs had been replaced with ...tandard police-issued handcuffs, tough steel cutting into my wrists. My tormentor sat in front of me, with the chair facing backwards, his legs straddling it. The Spiderman mask and his leather jacket were on the empty chair next to him. He walked towards me and tore off the tape that sealed my lips, allowing me to push the wet panties out of my. “Yeah, you’re right. I need to get going,” I said reluctantly.“Allen, pay attention driving home. Don’t start daydreaming while you drive. There are idiots out there and I want you back here alive!” Renee insisted.“I will, I promise! Renee …” I started to say but paused long enough for Renee to notice.“What is it, baby?” Renee asked.“I already want to be back. I don’t want to leave. I know I have to but I…” I said as the words tumbled from my lips.“Just get on the road! Stop worrying! We’re. I straightened out my dress and noticed that my nipples were protruding with little material to hold them back even with a warm evening. I rang their bell and put one leg out of the gown's slit, and waited. Joseph opened the door. He swallowed hard when looking at me. If ever a man looked me over, it was Joseph Tiller. He finally said, "Mary, you look more than lovely. You are magnificent." He always kept returning his eyes to my boobs. He obviously was enamored with them. When I walked in, he. The rest of the day was going to be fun. Once Martha handed John his drink she started to take her position on her knees at the foot of her Master as she had been trained to do. “No,” John commanded in a much calmer voice. “Stand with your hands by your sides and face me.” Martha was terrified that he did not let her take her slave position because he was going to dismiss her. She’d rather spend a week on the cross and under the whips of Charlie and Bill then be sent away from her Master. John.