?Good bye, MasterCasey?? the woman said over her shoulder. ?You too, scum? cameCasey?s voice, floating out the door. The womandidn?t even look up at L...ydia; she just walked around her and wentto the street. Lydia stepped in. ?Master Casey? I?m here,Sir.? There hewas, leaning languorously against the doorjamb. Casey?s muscles seemed to pushout the button down Brooks brothers shirt he hadtucked into his shorts. ?Well, nowDirtbag?so you?re here. A little early, aren?t we? Hope Cloris wasn?t. .then you feel my tying ropes around your legs...forcing them spread wide...such a beautiful sight...a bound slut...so helpless...this is going to be a good day....once bound, you jump as I pinch your nipples...I exit the room briefly and upon my return, you can feel me rubbing an ice cube on your nipples...making them hard as ever....I look down and see that your cunt is leaking...your sensitive nipples are on fire from the cold sensation...after they are fully erect....I snap a clothes pin. We made small talk at first - how we liked our jobs, what we thought about our bosses, that sort of thing. Joe was a very attractive guy, with dark hair and penetrating brown eyes. He was single - at least he wasn't wearing a ring."So, how do you like married life so far?" Joe asked with a little smile. I guessed he was thinking, if things were going so well, why was I having a drink with another man?"Oh, it's been fine," I said casually, "but I miss Dave. He's been in Germany for a couple of. "Don't worry too much about it this time," his father (who had only gone once himself, and declined to go again) had told him the night before, "Think of this as the practice one; you'll learn what it entails, then you'll have a good seven years to think on it, yes?"The sun had set a few minutes before, and he had been escorted into the ritual cave, where the test was to take place. For a moment, he could see nothing, then a light flared before him, and bobbed through the tunnel like a.