Sexy. Feminine. You stare at the package. A mix of fear and anticipation course through your veins. You had forgotten all about the masquerade tonight... And what did this guy mean as 'guest of honor'? You dismiss the thought and move to the bedroom. Laying the package on the bed you open it. Inside you see a note with your name on it. Opening it, you read: Thomas, I hope you think me not to forward for choosing your choice of dress for tonight. I just wanted to make sure that you were properly. " It sounds like he only thinks of you as a sex slave. He doesn't love you. He uses you. You're nothing more to him than a toy to play with and toss aside."She shrugged. "If that's what he wants, he's allowed to."I shook my head slowly. She simply didn't get it, which led to my understanding. She really didn't believe she had a choice in the matter, but what if she developed the desire for change? "What if you didn't want to stay with him anymore?"She blinked at me. "What do you mean?" What if. Looking at how much time it took me, I rushed back to the room. When I opened the door, I was so happy that Harshita had really obeyed me. She was lying on the bed while her hands were still tied from her bra.Her pantie was stuffed in her mouth. I took out the pantie from her mouth and started kissing her, biting her lower lips and licking her tongue, I broke off and said, “You need to be rewarded.” I held and moved her so that her head was hanging at the edge of the bed and her hairs were. Of course, I warned her not to make him cum, but she had already gotten that idea. Sean never got any longer than just under five inches, but Helen said that was his limit, and I did not have any data to argue with her. I did not remember his cock size from when he raped me.Once Sean was fully extended, I gave the base of his cock a double wrap with a nylon cable tie and pulled it tight. Dad had assured me that the cable tie would make an adequate tourniquet. The look on Sean's face was too.