...tight corset....and this time Master provided herwith a sheer body stocking.....and 8 inch balletankle boots......she pushed her stockinged feetint...o the boots and padlocked them at the ankles...the keys obviously were not with them...Masterhad the keys in his brief case....so once lockedon slut could not take them off....she hopedthat she did not get cramp.... there was also a strange bag made from heavy duty rubbera note on the bed read....slave whore will place herselfinside this bag and. . as she had a long day she made me lick her toes kiss her feet den she said to present my balls I sat in doggy position she unlocked me tied my balls separately to the cealing and took a scale 50 stroke each balls I cried lik anything pre cum started to drip she released me and locked me made me lick the precum I haven't come since the 1st night its almost a month.. she made me sleep at the basement today as a punishment I didn't dring all the water she chained me ti a bar my legs tied with my. On Sunday I ventured into town for breakfast and some supplies. A very "Mayberry" kind of place, but the people were cordial. I was expecting "rednecks and klansmen" but found none - a VERY pleasant surprise.At the local diner, I settled into a booth for some grits and coffee and the local paper. I was reading about the local football talent being recruited by Georgia Tech, when I was interupted."Hope you got that headlight squared away, Mr. Clayton."I almost didn't recognize her. She was. I learned that my great-grandmother worked with Nancy Smith to try to maintain the plantation. They nursed the wounded and preserved the house from marauders, helped by their freedmen. A number of cavalry actions were fought around the plantation, including one in which Mr. Smith was wounded. My ancestor and Nancy Smith nursed him back to health. In 1866, they started to rebuild the place, and my mother was still there, helping Nancy and Charles Smith."Then, when I was a little girl, I used to.