I got out, making sure I had my purse. I’d offered to pay for lunch, and I meant it. I walked up to the door, still very early, and saw Andrew stand...ng there waiting for me. He was wearing jeans and a blue polo-style shirt with black work boots. It was a total contrast to the tuxedo, but he still looked great. ‘Hi,’ he said, smiling. ‘You’re early.’ ‘So are you.’ ‘Yeah well, you know, I got out of work and there wasn’t really much sense in going home for an hour.’ I gestured at his damp hair.. . be quiet." Well you aren't being quiet." I reached out, took both her hands in one of mine and jerked her arms full over her head. She cried out, her abused shoulders no doubt grinding in their sockets as I stretched them out, held her upright. With my other hand I checked her pussy. Wet as the Amazon."I want you to be quiet little slut. If you are silent long enough, I might just stop." Stop what?" she wanted to know, with the start of passion in her eyes. Punishing pain sluts is always a. .. She took the catsuit down and laid it out across the back of the chair in front of the makeup table, she stripped off her clothes and stood naked before the full length mirror in the dressing room, she opened the face of the catsuit's hood, noticing that the interior of the catsuit was generously dusted with talcum powder, she knew nothing of these type of garments and how they were meant to be worn, but Lysandra was a smart woman and figured it was obviously to make putting the garment on. ”When she opened the door, I heard Andy’s voice, “God NOOO! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”I ran through the curtains into the room. Andy, my beautiful beloved, was naked and restrained by her wrists and ankles. Her feet were in something that looked like an alpine ski boot, holding her foot in place against a board (like a ski). The device could be adjusted by the dominatrix so the width between Andy’s legs could be varied. Her wrists were secured in leather and chained to the ceiling. She was.