.. Perfect!I began to revel in this new level of humiliation, my dick again swelledup, filling the small confinements of the chastity cage, and I agai...ncried and moaned like a willing whore, not an unwilling victim. Apowerful thought had hit me - I wish I could spare the pain andhumiliation of the unwilling victims rape and sexual abuse by bearing itmyself...Well, I could not have it all to myself. I'd have to share with my wife...Now, smelling piss, more of the perverts that shoved their dicks. " she began, remaining in a crouch to relieve the strain from her ankles, "I only need a place to stay tonight. I am happy to have served you, but I wish to remain a free woman." She could see that all the eyes of the bound and gagged women around the room were on her, but she could not imagine what was going through their minds as they watched their Owner (or Steward, for the contractors) argue with a Freewomb.Her client had seemed gentle at the party. She had decided that he was almost kind,. She smiled then asked Robert, “Would you like anything Mr Albert?” “I will have tea too thank you Sarah, and call me Robert,” he replied. “I will be back with your tea in a moment.” Sarah said and walked to the front of the cabin. “Taatiana, I believe that you have another fan,” Robert said and grinned. “Who are you talking about Sir? I said. “Sarah, did you not notice how she blushed when she was talking to you? I think she might have been looking down your top too! His face was mischievous. I was shy, insecure and a real chickenshit when it came to girls. Julie sat behind me in Mrs. Acres English class. I sat in a side row, so I often sat with my back to the wall facing sideways. I would rest my arm on her desk. She commented on the size of my muscles and she would often doodle on my arm with pen. One night my sister saw her drawings and asked about them. When I filled her in on Julie and she told me that any girl that spent that much time on my arm must like me. She told me that.