"Very good, my 'panty slave'," Brenda said."Thank you, mistress," he replied... still licking."You may stop." Yes, mistress."Brenda sat and looked at ...her naked slave - all he could do was adoringlystare at his mistress."Now, I have a special treat for you my obedient slave. Put my pantieson. Slide them up your legs and pull them deep into your ass - justlike I wear them."Bill stood up and put the panties on."Panty slave?" Brenda said."Yes mistress?" "You have always loved my panties. So. I tried to take to the bottle!But fortunately or unfortunately - it depends on your perspective which way you look at it - I had a group of friends around me that weren't going to let that happen. There always seemed to be a mate or a mate's wife kicking around, who would - if necessary - physically remove my bottle after I'd had a couple of drinks.I couldn't even get a skin-full in one of the local pubs, because my crowd was known too well in town. I'll admit that one night I got a little. So for a woman whose family comes from any money at all - the landed gentry on up to the high nobility - finding a good marriage becomes an urgent task. To be unmarriageable, either because your family is destitute or because your reputation is irreparably damaged, is to be almost certainly destined for bondage.It's in this world that Anne Foxhaven, a young woman of 23 years, awakens in her family's home one morning in late March. Stretching, she rises from her bed and pads across the cool. He's here...Cully...watch us."She got out and met him as he arrived. She'd set the car door just enough so that I couldn't make out what was being said. It would be this exact sequence and the one after that I would find absolutely riveting ever more. For two minutes, maybe three, perhaps longer, it seemed like forever they embraced and kissed and whispered and talked. I imagined gentle laughter, but, I would not bet on that being a truth. He picked her up, separating her from the earth, then.