We have a big day tomorrow. The last of Jake’s training for you.” I wondered what tomorrow might bring. The next day, I awoke to find myself unabl...e to fully move, or see. I was blindfolded and tied up. But now, I was lying on what felt like a bed, with my ass at the edge, and my legs bent down over the edge, tied down at the ankles. My arms were outstretched, tied to something. I could feel that my bra was still on, as were my shoes and ankle socks, but other than that I was naked. I was. I quite liked the view. As she stood there e come over and handed her a glass of champagne. Make sure you take up all the spilling, she said, and spilled some of her champagne on the wooden floor. Still on my knees, I started licking the champagne from the floor. I was quite good I had to find out. O sorry, we did not offer you a drink, why don’t you clean the bath and then you get what you need, he said. It will be a pleasure, I said and went to the bath. Let’s start with the shower, he. My first one was Owen Krebs, 14.I knew Owen as always at the head of the potluck line, hardly a sin, though some older members might think so. You could hear him actually singing in youth chorus, not just mouthing, so that was a plus. As tall as me, but that didn’t prove much. All in all, a junior Methodist.“This’ll just take a moment, Owen,” I assured him. “Anything worse than the flu since last year?”“No Ma’am.”“Now for the Straw Man test,” my otoscope in his ear. A bit of levity alleviates. “Here we are,” Mom said. She had come to get us. She had been in there with Aunt Vicky while she was giving birth to my daughter. She was holding our son, Clinton III. He was sleeping in her arms, holding her tight. My firstborn son. I hoped he would be my heir.I wonder how many sisters he would have in his harem. If I had my way, he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he was loving all his sisters. He would be open about it, leading the submissive ones around by leashes, marrying the ones he.