I started breathing through my nose harder and faster.� If that been allowed to go on I would have hyperventilated and blacked out.� "Don't breath... so fast slave" She commanded.� I ignored her command. I had to get air in my body. Her hand took hold of my testicles and squeezed them. Her hand was like a vice. I tried to jerk from her grip, but my bonds held me in place. My moans quickly became those of pain until I finally I gained control of my breathing, her grip never loosened.� There was a. The locking shoes straps were connected with a short chain, forcing himto take even shorter steps, and making the book balancing even moredifficult.At the end of the day the slaves rear was a masterpiece of the art ofcaning: crisscrossed welts all the way down to the thighs.Of course interspaced with his shoe training Stuart was forced to don allsorts of feminine underwear, and accouterments.Later that day Mommy and Mrs. McGregor were talking."Margaret, you are a miracle worker. I never. But this is the last chance bitch!"For a moment Michelle only stared at him. She held her eyes motionlessand Loudon found he could not read what was behind them as he had hopedhe would. John Rainbird, you lying fuck, he thought to himself. Deep within the armored covering locked so severely over her head, shebegan to feel outrage at the horrific treatment her family had beensubjected to. Right now they should be commiserating the loss of herdaughter. Each of them should be sharing those. The wine started to flow before, during and after the meal. The food was delicious and the company was good. When the meal was over, one of the couple mentioned going to a bar that they knew of and asked if we wanted to go. After asking my wife if she wanted to go home or to the bar and getting a “whatever you want to do”, I decided we should go. At the bar, more alcohol flowed. We left sometime after 1 am. We said goodbye to everyone and my wife leaned against me and said she had to sit.