Butterflies explode in her belly as her knees buckle and her breasts inch down the glass. "You made me come" she mewls at an imaginary lover, the embe...s of her climax quickly cooling.This is Aria's morning routine. At least, it is most mornings. But today she wakes too late, and is forced to sheath her still yearning body in her work clothes. A long day of uncomfortable simmering awaits, unless an opportunity presents itself.It's on the first train she's reminded of her error. An attractive. My legs are quickly getting tired. MARK!? I stop short, suddenly realizing that my distressed screams might be a beacon for predators. I take a wide stance, holding the bright pink Frisbee as menacingly as I can. I look around in all directions, trying to watch for eyes looking at me. I turn back to the direction I think I was just going in and take a step to run. Suddenly, I feel something clamp down on my side. My left arm and left tit are pressed tight against my torso by some sort of moist. ? We made our way to the shed, as she opened the door I could see a long narrow acrylic box. It was made with 1? acrylic which would be significantly sturdy. It stretched about 8 feet long, 16 inches wide (barely the width of her shoulders) and only about 10 inches deep. There was no doubt it was going to be a snug fit, but then again, if you have no means of escape you don?t need to struggle. It straddled three work horses. The lid was made of the same 1 inch thick acrylic. It was secured with. " As I turned to obey her, I heard the drawer open. She stood behind me and in a matter of seconds she dealt me three hard blows with a paddle. I clenched my lips and took it like a man. After all I did disobey by going beyond what I was instructed. "Allright Slave why don't you turn around and sit cross-legged while I go through your bag here." She unzipped my bag and looked in, she whistled, "very nice clothes in here. I can't let you wear these clothes just yet." I was dissappointed at.