I loved the attention and knew I was like a little sister to you." "My, you certainly were perceptive," Helen sighed. "I plead guilty as charged." "I...asked you here to have a very private conversation," Hillary stated quite seriously. "There's more to my story than I've told you and you must promise not to tell anyone, including Fred." "Of course, my dear," Helen replied seriously. "I could tell you were holding something back." "When I was at the home to have my baby," Hillary began. "I. His sub could hardly be described as pretty, to be completely honest; she had a very slim body, mid length black hair and big soulless, empty eyes. She was like a shadow of a person; either very submissive or extremely well trained.“She’s a bit of a handful,” Larissa unclipped my leash off my collar with a half-smile.“Like you used to be?” His back was towards us, pulling the drawers of a large chest open, but his smirk was audible in his sarcastic comment.Mistress closed her eyes. She did not. She murmured “Yes, Yes, oh yes, he took it as her permission and the panties, began their decent, here was the holy grail, perfection, his hands became his eyes, sliding like a blind man`s touch over the soft full backside, finding the suspender belt strap`s, the stocking tops the hairy mons, dare his hands touch her sex, dare he run those itching finger`s into the slot of life that he had so coveted, much, like the ones on those films, that wet opening, that wonder of wonders, that chasm that. With both hands, he holds my ankles. “No, baby. You need to keep these open and just relax. It’s going to feel good; trust me.” But I’m scared. I know it’s going to hurt, and I’m scared about what I’m doing. I try to close them again, and he sits up straight. “I know what we can do. Hold on.” And just like that he’s gone. He turns the light off at the switch and returns to the bed, fumbling with something. Before I know it, he’s secured a strap to each of my ankles. The straps, I know, come.