Help yourself. I will get started on the pancakes. It won’t take long.”We were right in the middle of devouring Mom’s blueberry pancakes when th... doorbell rang. Mom got up to answer the door. I heard Mom say. “Come in and have a cup of coffee with us. Steven and Beth are in the kitchen having breakfast.”Ms. Stewart and my Mom came into the kitchen. Ms. Stewart looked right at me and gave me a big smile as she greeted us, “Well, good morning Steven. Good morning Beth.”Beth answered as if this. No ketchup, vinegar, mayonnaise or even salt. But after such a poor diet to which they'd become accustomed, Sharon and Tracey felt somehow invigorated and energised. And it was clear from the bright sparkle in Tracey's eyes that this new vigour and energy was to be directed towards one particular object.Buttercup, as always, needed no prompting. After allowing sufficient time for the food to sink into their system, she crawled on her hands and knees towards Tracey, who was grinning in a. This is the story that happened when I was in the first year of my college.So the story begins like this. ….. Every summer vacation, since I was a little kid, its been a habit that I go to my Maama(maternal uncle)’s place for spending holidays. sometimes Maama and Maami(maternal aunt) come to ours with my cousin.Now it was all fine until one day, we were supposed to go out and my Maami was changing clothes and I suddenly popped into the room as she had forgotten to lock the room from inside.. With all that moving about I couldsee the tight chastity belt locked her sex away. I reached into the duffleand pulled out an envelope. Yes, this must be the key--something I have receivedtwo weeks earlier. Even if she could, by a miracle, free herself from her self-bondage,she would still be locked in that belt. This was her commitment to her dream.Whether or not the belt motivated her to come to this stage of the game… andself-bondage … it was not important anymore. She was otherwise.