‘Hello, Janet.’ There was a short pause and Janet was a little taken back by the use of her name, ‘I’m for your personal pleasure and I want y...ou to be comfortable with me, OK?’ ‘OK,’ Janet responded out of reflex, then realized she was responding to a mere machine voice, ‘So what the hell are you?’ ‘OK, you’re probably wondering what I’m all about, right?’ The voice was almost hypnotically soothing. ‘Hell yes!’ Janet grinned at the absurdity of this conversation with a machine. ‘Well, let. He keeps me in a bra and pantyhose most of the time, barefoot for the most part, but when I'm restrained and standing I must be wearing high heels. My hands are always bound. Always. If I need assistance, I must call the woman he's hired as a live-in "attendant" if he happens to be out of the house.Tonight I'm on the couch, sitting on my knees, my ankles bound to my thighs. My arms are folded behind me, wrists tied together with two big belts wrapped around my chest and stomach. Pantyhose. Because over those four or five weeks, my work life and career moved forward in a positive and enriching way. As did my love and relationship with my wonderful husband Dave. And my relationship with Chris, my boss, and friend, changed out of all recognition. Spending five weeks on the road with someone who was already a good friend, experiencing both high stress and nighttime intimacy will do in a relationship.Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. As a proud English major, as Dave keeps. ”Tracy took the skirt and wrapped it around her before standing up. Linda said, “Now Tracy, is that what we said to do? Didn’t we tell you to stand up and fix your skirt? Sit back down, undo your skirt, then do it right!”‘How humiliating,” thought Tracy as she shot a glance at the girls, but did as she was told to do. She sat down, opened her skirt and took a deep breath, hoping no one was looking. Then she boldly stood up, leaving the skirt in the seat. She stood still for just a moment, then.