.'now lock them' hesaid, and as the tiny padlocks snapped shut I felt an uncontrollableswelling in my groin. I'd always had a high heel fetish and the... sensationof being trapped in these killer heels had me feeling faint. He commandedme to stand and I did so, swaying and teetering as my feet were pushedinto an awkward, pointed angle. It was uncomfortable...but I knew that itwould soon be agonising.'What size is your waist' he asked.'36 inches uncorsetted Master' I stammered 'I can get down to. Being a woman trying to make it in the jazz world as a trumpet player, I knew was going to be hard. I just didn't know how far I would have to go.”“Miss Gallow, how did your audition go?”“It went well. I made the band and was soon given the lead trumpet position. Dean Mayer was making my dreams come true.”“Will you share with me what happened at these private lessons? How often did you have them?”“I met with Dean Mayer every day after class for about two hours. He helped me work on my technique. Brook told me to stand where I was and Linda and her walked into a room off of the dungeon. Suddenly the lights go out and I was standing in complete darkness. It is so dark I put my hand directly in front if my face and could not see it. The only thing I could hear is my heart beat. I called out but got no response. After a few about a minute, I saw a dim light start to shine over a low small table. I heard Linda's voice over a speaker instructing me to once again, take off my pants and shirt. I got a lot morecompliments on how good I looked and for how I hadhandled the Arn situation though and I had a lot offun at the party. At around 2:30, it was time for me to leave and, Iclicked my way back up the hallway to the break roomwhere I took a few minutes to freshen up my makeup. Then I grabbed my purse, went down and got my coat andheaded out the door, lighting a cigarette as I went. Holding it delicately between my fingertips and takinga long drag on it, I tilted my head back and.