No doubt, having pocketed her profit on me, I was gone from her mind, another foolish girl made to pay for her secret desires. I wore nothing except m... collar, now adorned with a small brass tag indicating my new owner, the bracelets that held my wrists together behind my back, and a twelve-inch chain that joined my ankles together. The drivers, I would later learn, did not have the keys to my bonds - presumably so that I could not wheedle them into unchaining me, in case I had any notions of. She took that as a yes and led me to the centre of her lounge room."Here, sit on this chair" she says as she produces a dining room table chair. "Get comfortable while I change. Kick off your shoes and ... take of your shirt too". She leaves as I stand there dumbstruck. I follow her instructions and strip down to my cargo shorts, discarding my shoes and shirt. I sit on the chair and wait for her return.I wait about 5 minutes when she yells out "Are you ready?". I respond with a "Yes".Courtney. ----------------"What do you think, bud?" asked Tracy. "How is this girly thingworking out?"Dusty was sipping his Pina colada and subconsciously fighting off theerection the remodeled Tracy gave him replied, "Well, our girlfriendsare straight, that's for sure. Although, I have serious doubts aboutus."Tracy laughed, "You think we should work on getting boyfriends?"Dusty looked at Tracy, admiring the slim form that filled out thecutoff shorts and mostly the silicon nipples of Tracy's faux. Spread my cheeks.The control she was exerting was arousing her. I was excited too, and my heightened anticipation was ratcheted up even further when she took my wrist and led me to her bedroom.She made be bend over on the end of the bed. "Are you ready for this? I don't want you to chicken out." I think so." Well maybe I should make sure."I heard a clinking sound behind me."Reach out your arms."I reached towards the head of the bed and she swiftly snapped on a pair of padded handcuffs. Then.