“Do you love me?” “You are quite dear to me, Emily,” he responded, obviously uncomfortable by the directness in her line of questioning. She d...emanded he confess the innermost feelings of his heart. Emily bridled. Evan could tell she was becoming impatient. “It is a simple question, Evan,” she insisted. “The ramifications are many, Emily,” he said uneasily. “Fine,” she said. “I’ve decided what I want to do with my life, Evan. But, before I can move in that direction, I need to know the answer to. "Exactly. Why did you ask me like that?" I said in a gentler tone. I didn't like that 'this slave' bullshit, but I needed to know if it was something she wanted."I guess I was trying it on?" she said "I mean, I'd seen it stories and wondered if that's how I should talk when it's just us ... um ... Sir." She appended."Fair enough. Honestly, it does nothing for me, in fact it seems kind of silly and overwrought. I'd prefer you speak to me normally, of course you need to remember your Sirs" I. But now I can use those same spaces to cuff my feet on them. Next I took feet support from the living room which was just the right size so I can semi-comfortable lay my body on. And I can tie my hands using combinations of chain and handcuffs to the same pull up bar but on the middle area of the bar between my legs. The feet support prevents me to get too close to feet so I could release myself, however it gives me enough room to move my hands to get and use the key. And to finalize the setup,. Glaring at them in silence he watched as Suzanne noticed him, sitting up slowly from where she lay, the smile on her mouth dropping to a petulant frown. ‘Sugar, I didn’t think you were back until Friday/’ ‘It is Friday!’ The man turned around and then leapt off the bed, his skinny body facing Misha, his pinched face half hidden by a goatee beard, his black hair spiky and messy. ‘Wow man…this is not what it looks like.’ Misha stood rooted to the spot, the anger rising in him, his fists starting.