I think the look he was going for was sexy-cute. I had to admit, I’d achieved it for him. Once again, I’d tied my hair back, this time with a blue...ribbon. I left my purse on the kitchen table, unnerved by the silence of the house as I made my way down the hall. Opening the basement door, I paused for a moment, knowing that this was my last chance to change my mind, wondering if he’d be waiting for me down stairs or join me later, after I’d gotten in the cage. This time, there’d be no escape.. She became aware that outside on the patio, after the storm had passed, the air felt electrified, almost as if the air itself were caressing her skin. Her nipples great tighter, and she found that being naked outside left her exposed in a way that was exhilarating.There she stood, in stockings, garter, heels, choker, and nothing else. But instead of feeling shy and terrified, she felt confident and sexy. Kurt’s intense focus upon her was empowering. She could feel his palpable desire.“It’s like. .it has an happy ending so dont pass any type of ratings or comments before atleast reading its ending it is a real story inspired from a historical event which lead to a revolution which abolished use of a torturus device named breast ripper………, i used pesonification as aliena in this…………,please read slave market before… Medieval revolution….thanks so lets begin i hope youll enjoy it more than 1st..,ok finally starting.., ……………………………………………………………..then they took me to mongolia because they came. You are to sit on the machine. You are to slide the front phallus into your cunnie and the rear one — ‘OH! Oh my!’ you speak to the room. You know you are to take that one into your asshole. You experiment with the controls. You turn down the controls so the cocks are barely rotating and their circles are very small and the vibrations are completely off. You pour more whiskey to fill the little glass. You take a gulp and, as it hits your head, you giggle and reach for the small bottle of lube.