My heart was in my throat, and she had me in her gaze. Then, as if it was Anya saying it, and not me (I know that sounds weird), I replied, ‘Then I ...am yours.’ She smiled at this—a smile of supreme confidence—but somehow, not arrogance, just self-assurance. ‘Then follow me.’ I followed her out of the party and along the quiet street. Between every few houses were alleyways leading around the back of the houses to garages and gardens. After we’d walked far enough from the party that we could no. I spread my legs a bit wider than necessary and began to rub my hair dry. And I wondered if he would open the door. I didn't have to wonder long. I felt the draft as the door swung open and I took my sweet time before looking over my shoulder at my father standing in the doorway. Again, I let him look as long as he liked. And he liked a long time. When he finally met my eyes, he held my gaze for a few seconds. "You gonna be long?" he asked. "Why?" I asked back. I straightened and turned around. Taking his time, he selected a cane and swished it through the air a few times, testing the flex in the rod. As she once again started to ineffectively plead behind the gag, Jim walked up to her and ran the tip of the cane up and down her belly and breasts causing her to shudder involuntarily. Stepping behind her, he grabbed her jeans and panties and worked them further down her legs until they bunched around her ankles. "That'll stop you kicking out too much," he spoke for the first time as he. Buckasked, knowing full well what it was already. "Oh, bondage; you know, damsel-in-distress settings; the strong-willed,determined heroine extracting herself from perilous situations in chains orother bondages; that sort of thing," William said. JoAnna looked on forreaction from Moira. She saw a quiet, understanding, dignified smile on herattractive, tanned face. Moira's eyebrows arched with interest and she said she would like to seesome of William's and JoAnna 's latest collaborations..