I did it because...well, it helped me feel connected with her in some small way. Even though we were no longer communicating the way we used to, it f...lt like I was still a part of her life. I got an immense thrill from watching her wearing something that I purchased for her, and in my own inner mind, I felt that she was thankful and was thinking of me whenever something arrived for her from the wishlist that I had purchased. I felt close to her in a way I hadn't before, and it felt nice. I. After our meal we managed to escape with much less fanfare. We made a swing around the kitchen and I asked Jón to get some food. Andsvarr may be a nasty old coot, but perhaps I could find a way around his bad disposition.With a borrowed leather bag we set out to find our bootmaker. He lived close to the wall that surrounded the town, nevertheless his home was still easy to find. He was not there at the time and his neighbours said that he was at the carpenter's shop. Everybody knew everybody. ‘Come, we have to flee now.’ He removed his cape with a flourish and covered her body in gray flannel, hiding her delectable features so that only her tired face and bare feet were visible. From there they hurried from the dungeon and away into the blazing daylight, moving quickly but carefully to the cottage that was the Huntsman’s home. There he offered a dress of his wife who had passed in the year behind, a ragged old green frock. She turned away from him to don the garment, achingly late. Today that was you. Naked, waiting with anticipation and secured on your back – laid out for Me like a delicious offering. You are flat, arms secured above your head by thick leather cuffs to the table legs. Your knees are bent, with your legs held in place by matching wide leather ankle restraints. Today I have allowed your head to stay on the table, I like watching your face when we play. Raising my foot I slide my sharp stiletto heel into your mouth and watch as your tongue laps at the heel.