She was wearing a tight black spaghetti strap top which showed off her small, shapely and perky breasts and gave a hint of her cleavage. She was also ...earing a long light brown skirt which clung to her body, showing off her sexy ass and legs. Her lightly tanned skin hinted that she was rather sporty. While she was only very lightly made up, her sexiness captured my attention and lust instantly. I guess she did not expect her dressing that day to lead to her death but things happen. I was. She knew broadly what would happen, she had requested it. She had (has) a confinement and torture fetish. We chatted for a bit but she wanted to get on with it. She went to a bedroom and changed.I lead Maggie down to the cellar. She wore a towelling robe and slippers. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. The chair stood in the cellar which is lit for effect i.e. pretty dark. I lead her around the chair. She was shaking and breathing quite hard. She had a look of terrified fascination on her. But I told Barry all of this, and he understood my feelings and misgivings, and how I had been hurt so badly, but he persisted with me, we became great buddies at first, talking about anything and everything, I learned he was such a trusting loyal man, although I knew he was married, and in an unloving relationship, I slowly but surely understood this man, and wanted to be part of his day to day routine, as he did mine, not a day passed where we did not chat, teasing and flirting with one. Fighting was thirsty work.Jason Gold was not a man with a hungry ego and a chip on his shoulder. He did not like to fight particularly. On the other hand, though, he refused to tuck tail and run away. He mostly believed in facing whatever happened, then put the unpleasant things behind him as quickly as possible. He also believed in savoring the good things for as long as and as much as he could.Now, barely past his thirty-fifth birthday, it seemed to Jase the unpleasant things happened much.