I shall wear it for as long as you keep me, which I hope will be forever." You're saying that it locks on, and that there's no key." Yes, Mistress. Th...is is the ultimate in slave collars. There's not even a keyhole. It's made from titanium. You know, the stuff that they make the space rockets from because of its strength and super lightweight. I had it made special. The closure mechanism is a one time lock. Once sealed, it can never be unsealed because there's no key hole, and no way to access. The Bakers were allies and the two groups were fighting together. They planned to head south to take over the Angels.Miranda said, "Now, Harry, that is more believable. Wouldn't it have been easier if you had told the truth first." She tied a thicker gag over his mouth. "We will have to talk over what to do while you think about anything else you know. Marva, you and Sylvie may play with him a bit if you wish. Just don't untie him. We'll be back in a minute."She, Red, and I left the wagon and. The apartments they were provided with were tiny, not a lot larger than the RV, and after a while she and Chuck worked out a deal to store most of their stuff in one apartment and live in the other. They had a pretty good six or eight months, which included the addition of the cattail tattoo. But his contract ran out and he decided not to renew, so she was pretty much alone the second year of her term there. "I guess I'm pretty much a loner at heart," she explained. "But I occasionally need a. I wouldn’t know, except by hearsay; it’s formal, structured – the music mainly organ, metrical hymns. I know Dulcie introduced more modern songs, but not regularly. Somehow – it’s hard to put into words – the whole was greater than the sum of the parts, and I was carried along, intensely aware of the presence beside me. Both sides, if you must know.At the appropriate point I was impelled forward in order that Dulcie and my unseen companion could lay hands on me – one on the head, the other on a.