"Thank you, My Lady," I purred. "I... I never expected..."Mrs. Roberts sat down next to me on the bed. Her hand stroked my cheek."Never expected what,...Miss Clarke?" she asked."I never expected that you would be so nice to me," I admitted. "MyLady," I added."So nice to you?" Mrs. Roberts said, with a mocking smile. "Tying youup hand and foot?" Yes," I blushed, pulling on my bonds again to emphasize. "I love them.And letting me wear such pretty, feminine things. Thank you. How didyou know?" I. Just enoughto bleed. Please? You can write your name," she bribed. "Where?" He asked. "My back." She flatened her shoulders so her back was easier tocarve into. "I can really write my name?" Evan sat on her thighs again. "Yes." She closed her eyes again. So Evan pressed the tip of the blade into the flesh of her lower back, pressingthe blade deep enough to make a drop of blood seep up to her outer skin. Hedragged the blade down about two inches long. And he carved his name in herback. She. The day I went to his home knocked door he came and opened the door and welcome me. I went inside the home and sat on sofa I was looking the home we are chatting things and after few minutes his wife came with tea, she is typical south Indian housewife in her late 30s has little tummy but she is good looking maintained her body well having little tummy and curvy ass I said hi to her she replied hello with naughty smile went inside and she said I am going to take bath and she went to take bath. Ashley tries to relax. Unfortunately, all of her muscles are on the verge of spasming out of control from stress and fatigue. Ashley stands as still as possible, quivering, shuddering under her blindfold. "How does that ass feel? Does it feel owned?" Mistress teases, cruelly. "It feels… intense, Mistress! It's owned! It's yours. I am yours. I will do anything you ask Mistress," Ashley admits, hoping to be freed from her current predicament. Mistress leans into Ashley's small, delicate ear,.