Please note that I am NOT an engineer, so some of my explanations will probably be wrong as I try to describe my single car garage - now made into a s...lf bondage studio.---------------I have always loved the feeling of restraint. Long ago, as a flat chested little girl, I would be "captured" by the boys in the neighborhood, as they played out their games of cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians. Being tied to a tree with rope, or locked in a "cave" - a cardboard box - was absolutely. She also had to give those who didn’t want to fall prey to the false god time to escape. She wouldn’t flee. She knew she couldn’t abandon her son and daughter, that she would end up their disciples, but she couldn’t make that decision for others.She darted for the door, heedless of her ex-husband, and now Master, holding her leash.“Deidre!” he gasped in shock, not prepared for her sudden flight. His grip wasn’t strong enough on the leash to hold her.As she reached the door to her office it. ."She broke off, not because she was interrupted, but because I wasn't there to talk to any more. I jumped up out of my seat and hit the back door running. It was just habit. I had usually gone out our back door, to get to the alley, to get to her back door, and that's what I did now. Habit made me bang on the door before I opened it too. I don't know what I was thinking. I should have called or something before I barged in. Luckily, she was in the kitchen.She turned, a look of panic on her. He took hold of my breasts and sucked each nipple, his tongue swirling around each nipple several times before switching to the other. I could feel the bulge in his pants rising. He asked if Id never been with a black man. I said no, but had always heard they were well equipped. From the bulge in his shorts, I knew Neil was indeed very well equipped. My pussy was wet before he started fondling me, sucking my nipples only turned me on more. Didnt take long for his hands to find there way to my.