A red light glowed and I saw a cross with restraints on the far wall, benches with attachments to raise your legs high in the air and fasten them in. ...oads of whips, collars, chains and dildos, benches, a dog cage made of heavy duty bars and hooks and harnesses hanging from the ceiling. Daddy took my other hand and he and Pawel laid me face down over a leather covered bench.” Where has John gone to?”asked Daddy. I told him he had gone home to change as he was taking me out that evening and. She was just concerned with doing a good job and being a credit to the department.Of course, it didn't help that she was found attractive by most males and many females. She was 5'8" of thin determined police detective. Still, she didn't need the snarky looks and under-the-breath comments, so she dressed to minimize her attributes. She wore her long, light brown hair in a severe bun and even went so far as to wear a chest binder to flatten her generous boobs. It didn't work as well as she'd. “I felt something and I didn’t know what it was” she added. “That’s okay” John offered to calm her down. “I didn’t mind” he added a second later. Tristen turned her head and looked at him and smiled and laughed. “I bet” she touted him. “I didn’t mind earlier when I got a little peep show either” he said with a sly grin on his face. “How long have we been friends” John asked her changing the subject quickly. “I don’t know I guess about four or five years” Tristen added. “Why, do ask?”. She listened to him inhale and exhale methodically as the game continued in the background. Her mind wandered away from the present and slowly she drifted into a lucid sleep.The quiet lasted only a few moments, as she awoke to him violently yanking her head back by her iridescent long blonde hair. "Don't forget who owns you, slave," he growled into her ear, "Turn over." She turned quickly, fearing the consequences of a slow response. He grasped her slim waist and climbed on top of her. The.