Inside the house, he called out loudly, summoning his servants to come meet the new girl. Three girls, all a little older than Ivy came in. All three ...were wearing white half cup bras and matching panties. They seemed unconcerned with their lack of attire; it must be their every day wardrobe. What kind of place was this?She noticed that all three had crystal necklaces on, but unlike hers, the ones they had on were tiny chips! She had a whole fragment, safely tucked away in her shirt. She. She pulled a plastic box out from her closet. This was her ?toy box?, where she kept all her, well, special toys. She laid an assortment of items on the bed, thinking of the excitement to come. Cuffs for her wrists and ankles—steel, not leather, but lined with rubber on the inside. Steel collar. Red rubber ball gag. Steel chain—two one-foot lengths, one three-foot length. A three-foot spreader bar. And then there were the really special boxes.From the large one she pulled her favorite. Her yelps of pain were even louder than her earlier protestations but they did nothing to prevent me slipping the cuffs first around one wrist then sliding the other around one of the pipes that convey hot water from the boiler in my basement to the cast iron heating ducts around the house. With Amanda securely fixed I could turn my attention to Estelle.As the more physically developed of the two, Estelle did not present such an easy proposition. More agile than her sister and stronger, she. Shewas beautiful. So was I. The marcelled waves flowed back off my brow andgently behind my ears. There was height above the brow and at the crown,but only enough to give volume and bulk to the whole design. Soft wavesframed my ears and called loudly for long filigreed silver earrings toadd sparkle to the dignity of the wave. The mass of teased curls at theback of my head had been sculpted into a brocade of entwined tendrilswhich defined the bubble of sprayed curls that would cause Mother.