..? Aha!" I exclaimed, finding my quarry: A ball gag. I then turned around to view my masterpiece. My basement was the training arena. It was dank and... dim, with brickwalls and a soundproofed door. There was no screaming to be heard in case training got... a little rigorous. In which case it usually did. Floor to ceiling there were cabinets liningthe wall on the west side of the room of all sorts, big and small, concealing various training"utensils". Rope was piled in one corner of the room, and. I slid it down my neck and circled my breasts with it. I let it glide over my hard nipple. The sensation was incredible. I glided the ice cube further down until I reach my soft lips between my legs. I rubbed it up and down my slit then let it glide over my clit. I let out a moan. It felt so good. I was imagining Jake's face the entire time. The ice soon melted from the heat that was coming from my snatch. I inserted two fingers and pumped slowly at first. Then more vigorously. I rubbed my clit. Yes, Beatrice likes very much feminine fashion, she neverwas a tomboy and always wanted to wear dresses and skirts only." How lucky you are. All my friends with daugthers complain about themjust running around in pants and t-shirts." I know how lucky I am and I am enjoying every minute to be togetherwith her. She hopes to become a fashion model in some years time, butI'm not so sure if I want that. It is a tough business and a lot of themodels have anorexia. I think I will keep her as my own. I undo the buttons on each and kiss her wrists, allowing her palm and fingers to trail over my face, and down my neck, tugging my collar and stroking lightly across my swelling white breast. She turns away and I rise behind her, reaching around to undo her blouse button by button. I bury my face in her neck as it is exposed and take the scent of her skin under her hair before I kiss lightly. I place her blouse on the hanger so it will not wrinkle. I gently unclasp Mistress bra, and my fingers.