And lower. You watched, fascinated; your arousal reviving, as your anger visibly flagged. You were giving yourself up to me, submitting to the punishm...ent you had earned and deserved. I took another dip into the ice-box and removed another piece of ice – yes, real ice. Every time my hand dipped in there, you tensed, knowing that eventually it wouldn’t be the ice that was going to come out. Another trip to the ice box .... another block of ice. Eventually your fear was realised and I did dip into. The bed hung isolated in the darkness around it — like the center stage of a theatre. Or even a cinema screen.The naked women looked like slow moving actors or dancers. They seemed engaged in a liturgical activity. It took their sexuality to another level — a serene level, almost void of lust. It was as if I was watching a perverted sacrament.I saw Myriam kneel between the spread thighs, bending forward. Her hand caressed Erica's face, clearing it of stray hair. Then she leant even further. Her. ‘He told me that I should know all I can about someone I might have to arrest.’ ‘Ah, I see.’ Don replied with a smirk. ‘You were itching to arrest me, drag me out of my house?’ Bryce looked over at Don warily. ‘At first yes, but after we talked, I guess I just wanted to understand you.’ ‘Do you understand me now?’ ‘Some, the Sheriff told me a bit but I also did my own research.’ ‘What did you research about me?’ Don asked quietly, his anger obviously subsiding. ‘I read your citation.’ . It grows and grows and almost gags me, but I have no other choice but to accept it. I can’t move away, I can’t protect myself with my hands, because they are tightly and inescapably bound behind my back…I’m completely encased in catsuit made out of smoky transparent latex. Despite the built-in hood is also transparent, my vision isseverely blurred by the rubber. I see nobody, but everybody can see me with a cock in my mouth, laying on a short but very heavy padded table on my belly. My chin.