The way that her ankles seemed to swell over the edge of her shoes, as if only the strength of her stockings prevented the ankles bursting out to twic...e their size, told of a day in which she had failed to even sit down for long. She hadn’t even managed to find time to take advantage of one of the station staff to take on the role of her footstool.The stifling atmosphere in the room was hardly alleviated by the sulky creaking of a fan, moving slowly, over-head. Across his supervisor’s shoulder,. I really knew very little about her. I wasn't really there for her, either." We hugged each other, getting misty eyed.I tracked down Megan to give her the news about the house, and invite her to move in. That was a surprise. First, she put off talking to me three times, because she was too busy. She seemed very distant. Not unfriendly; I can't envision an instance when Megan would be unfriendly, but distant. Like she was trying to avoid me. She finally talked to me the fourth time, but I had. Allof the (to my mind) shocking, embarrassing fantasies that I harboured,fantasies I'd tried to repress but that just never went away...we talkedabout them all, with no judgement, no lecherous comments, just acceptanceand understanding. I understood now, with Richards guidance, that thesedesires were actually not that uncommon, that I shouldnt beat myself upover having them and also that they would never, ever go away. Like manysubmissives, bondage and restraint were highly charged subjects. "It is just as well you silently gave your assent or you would have added to your punishment," he told me.I smiled sweetly at him to signify that I had worked this out for myself. They may be talking about me as if I was an object, but the odds are that I am the most intelligent one in this company."Come!" Yolande ordered and led us towards another room. Charlie gave a slight tug on my chain and led me in Yolande's wake.We entered a room which seemed to be filled with instruments of torture and.