But I'd like to have pictures of myself, like those! Not published in a magazine! But just -- y'know, to have them. Hey, I'm not going to look like th...is forever. Not for very long, even! Big-busted girls like me, pretty soon they've got these things hanging down to their navel. It would be kind-of neat, you know?... To have a set of really outrageous pictures? Something to look at, twenty, thirty years from now?"Imagine! You get drunk some night at a get-together with the neighbors, and then. Mistress introduced me to her special form of bondage by leading meblindfolded downstairs into the cellar and then through a series ofunderground tunnels that ended some distance from the house. My handsand elbows were bound behind my back with soft cuffs and I wore a collarthat had metal rings dangling and clinking against each other like awind chime whenever I moved. Her keys jingled in her while she unlockedwhat sounded like a substantial door which closed with a thud behind us.When she. I said” kya hua”, she said” koi ajaayega” I again started to kiss her on the face, neck and cleavage, she was now beginning to give in, by the her response I figured out that she has not been given such a treatment it was like Wham bam thankyou mam, As I was kissing her I put my hand on her left boob and started to squeeze it gently she moaned softly and to heighten thingsI let go of her, she was alarmed and asked “kya hua I said” tum saath to de nahi rahi” she said “ saath matlab” well I was. You turn to meet my eyes,, the only words you could find is "yes Sir"Moving both of your hands above your head I pin both with one of mine,allowing my free hand to begin to roam your body,slowly sliding the tip of my index finger down your neck, you shutterover the collar bone, down the left side of your now heaving breast,down the side of the ribs, you begin to realize how much you wanted more,you begin to contemplate yourself, I shouldn't want this, he is a complete stranger, why am I not.