YOU PRICK! DELETE THEM NOW! She sent.No way. I repliedDELETE THEM OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! She saidI think I'll put them up on facebook. I said.There... was a long wait in between this message and the next but finally.:What do I have to do to get you to delete them?I'll be back later with some suggestions I sent.Smiling I got back to my beer."What are you grinning about?" Kevin asked. "Are you gonna get laid? Is she hot?" She's pretty fucking hot, Kevin," I said And you know what? I might just. "As she spoke, the slave began zipping up the back of the body suit up to my neck, and then placed a pump gag in my mouth. Some how I just knew there was a fitting on the body suit. Mistress always minds the littlest details."I, and a few of my close friends at the party will know what the sash is really for. If it is pulled severely tight three consecutive times, it means we're thinking of you. Do not press the button for this, as a slave will interrupt myself or my guests. They've been. Even having to hang on to her baggy shorts she was fast, but she tripped straight over the cord I’d hidden in the long grass and went down with a shriek. She tried to get up, but I wasn’t a whole lot slower across the ground, and I was on her immediately. She fought, but I put my knee in the middle of her back and grabbed her arms, cuffing her wrists together roughly behind her back. I pulled her to her feet, took a handful of her wet hair, and twisted her head cruelly so she was looking up at. Her world became white. White, as in the white explosion of pain that replaced her arm. The white wave of pain that crashed into her, only to return in an even stronger wave, shook her entire body, bound as it was to the cross, by her arms and knees.Her shriek of horror, scattered the birds from the trees, and drew an unheard ovation from the crowd. Manu's strike was true, strong. It drove the nail cleanly through her wrist, and partly into the wood. Well bound at the palm and forearm, her arm.