The sly dog was snaking his educated tongue up under her dampened panties and slowly stroked its wetness along her softly curling pussy hair all the w...ay to the rear and right up into her back door crevice.“Ooohh ... that’s a bad doggy. No fair licking me there, boy. I like it too much and it makes me want to be a bad girl.”All of a sudden, she was actually talking to an animal that couldn’t speak a word in return. On the other hand, Sampson let his tongue do all the talking for him and she was. Guiding me to the pillory, she opened it, and pushed down to my knees. Another tug on the collar and I bent forward, my mind screaming at me to fight, but some how I just couldn't bring myself to stop her as my neck was put into place. My wrists quickly followed, and then the pillory was closed. A pair of cuffs wrapped around my ankles, and were clipped into place on the platform, my legs spread and my ass exposed.Leaning close, I could hear the smile in her voice, "Just perfect, my guests will. "Mmm, this feels better," I admit aloud."You like?" he asks. "Yeah, I do like," I admit. It's funny, I don't know how many times I've heard the expression 'protected', but now I know.We just sit there quietly for a while, neither of us saying a word and I know my mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts... how did this happen, why, why to us and so on. But there's also another thought buried deep in the recesses of my mind too, wondering if Paul and I might end up sleeping together before this. Between the activity in the hallway and the discussion in the room it triggered the anxiety thing. The doctor bless her heart is an exuberant person by nature. She said something really loud. I about came unglued and said “DON’T DO THAT!”. I startled everyone including myself as it jumped right out of my mouth. I apologized and explained my situation. So it looks like I get to carry my sensory equipment everywhere now.An unexpected thing is that during an anxiety episode heavy metal or tribal.