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. M...y 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. If I had been thinking I would have just headed back into the restaurant and called for help, but I was tired and the situation brought back the memories of the time in the alleyways when I had been on the run. I pelted round the corner hoping to come out somewhere where there were people, I ran to find a dead end.The man's laugh echoed down the alley as I frantically looked for a way out, "No way out beast! I'm going to teach you a lesson now, one you'll never forget!"I turned and saw him. .our eyes met…both of us smiled.I dropped my pant…moved to his bed fully naked.As I moved closer to him, he was starring at me with a stunning inquisitive look…fully amazed.He stopped masturbating….I removed his grip from his erect penis and took it in my tight grip…started slow up & down motion…then turned back to him….sat on his lap…. took hold of both his arms to wrap around me at the waist.I sat like that for quite some time…he had no practical reaction or response…after some time I sensed. " With someone else who could point out the moral consequences of your decisions," Dr. Mills said. "This is an issue where rationalizing can look a lot like rationality to the person doing it." You mean like a man rationalizing his desire to have his daughter remain a little girl into some great ethical principle? Look, if you hadn't engaged in sex, I wouldn't be here arguing about it with you."It's not worth discussing" she continued. "If you want me to talk to a doctor or some woman.