Cost a pretty penny too, I might add. And see those shackles hanging on those chains? Made by one of the best 'old world' blacksmiths in France. I mus... admit though that most of the leather goods in here I had custom made locally. Like this training table. Feel that." Mmmmm, nice work," I said honestly, passing my hand over the soft leather surface and admiring the craftsmanship. I also noted the kid leather straps woven into the plush, upholstered tabletop and imagined the possibilities."Thank. It prevented touch as well, i was constantly confined and being aware of such was to a greater or lesser degree aroused by the thing but at the same time unable to find my pleasure or the heat of friction that my hand might have offered. Yet still the thing pleased me greatly; for it confirmed M’Lady’s regard for me and control of me. Even though it would have no effect upon my state i caressed the plastic; it was smooth and rigid. i smiled at the pun i made of calling it a helmet. Behind. He had a slight accent, but nothing like his mother. It sounded like he had some of her vocabulary, though."First year in school?" I asked him."Naw. Second. I'm a little ahead of some of the other kids." I'm not surprised," I chuckled."What do you do?" he asked."I manage the works department for the city. We make sure all the water and sewer and roads are in good shape." I tried to keep it simple for him."Mum works for Grams. She's some kind of boss. Grams is the big boss." Yes, I know. I met. Liz’s gaze followed mine then she rolled her eyes at me.She wore a business suit with a knee-length skirt, a white blouse and a blazer. She looked every bit the young professional on the rise. Everybody in the room looked like a professional – even me.I had struggled into a button-down shirt even though I continued to wear my jacket only over one arm. For some reason, I felt better in public with the sling hidden. I had left the tie at the hotel. I either had to tuck it into the sling or let it.