You never do. But I´ve spent hours and hours trying. Gives a girl something to do at times like these, that and a pair of chafed wrists." I´m afraid... I don´t struggle much after I´ve satisfied myself it´s hopeless," Dorinda confessed. "I´ve sort of recognized that I´m a bit of a natural slave." I suppose we all are here on the island," Scarlet admitted, giving her wrists a further exploratory twist. "But the dungeon affect us all differently. Outside I´m submissive as blazes. But put me in here,. I was beyond embarrassment as we rubbed ourselves in pussy-centered circles. But I just had to. It itched, dammit.I nearly jumped out of my chair as the outer door slammed. I did jump out of it, smoothing down my dress, when a deep voice boomed, “Ooh, I smell pussy! Good thing I brought some cock!”The voice, and presumably the cock, belonged to an impressive male specimen. Six-four, lumberjack build, shock of black hair, with a square jaw showing a day’s worth of rough stubble. Not who I’d have. John swallowed, feeling his cock harden. Was she flirting, or just being polite? John never was the best at flirting, he had no real experience with women other than Katie and had in fact only ever been with one other girl in his life. He realised that the maid had an accent to her voice, Eastern European perhaps. He then noticed that she was bent over in front of him and he stared at the beautiful arse on display, so tight and pert. "Wh-what is your name miss?" he asked, desperate to take his. I was really busy, so I could not write more, but a little later wrote again, “go and do whatever you wish my love. You have my permission. I really can’t wait to hear about it. Think about what I am going to do to you after!” About 15 minutes passed, when I received the following text message from her. “Scared, this could be it.” We had fantasized about her having full blown sex with other men, after she had touched a few strange cocks in bookshops, and had ended up in a hotel room with a.