Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany p...ulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn. I smiled to myself. After another few minutes passed Tyler came outside carrying a cooler. He announced that there were sodas and waters in it. A few girls walked over and got waters and said thanks in a flirty way. This made me sad. He ignored the flirtyness, being the good boyfriend he was, and accepted the thanks. He looked over at me and smiled. He came over and grabbed me by the waist. He whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful today." I giggled and thanked him. I knew that he. ”“That sounds about right. So no hurry to update that one. How are you in confined spaces?”“I’ve been down a coal mine?”She laughed.“Okay, so you’re not claustrophobic. How about the safety and rescue in confined spaces course? A lot of the tanks need inspecting after they’ve been emptied and cleaned out, but you have to have the right chits for that. Any interest?”I was young, eager and foolish in those days, so of course I said yes, and she said she’d get me put on the list. Then I went back. Our lips touch as your hard nipples touch my nipples. My hands trace down along your arms, guiding your arms behind you, I take my tie and gently tie your wrists behind you. I removed your scarf from around your neck and gently wrap it around your eyes.The music played in the back ground, just as you could feel your heart beat the soft music moved your body to sway to the rhythms. All you could feel was my fingertips touching you, your chin, your breast, the center of your back and then the tip.