I felt disgusted at myself but try as I might I couldn't help looking back at the cherry red nipple nestling against the silk material. I banished the... thought as she massaged my shoulder blades. "Is it helping?" she whispered. "I think it is, Katie," I replied. "I'm glad, you will have to tell mum I've got magic fingers like her." I though for a minute. Umm maybe I'd better not tell my wife. It didn't seem right to have your seventeen year old stepdaughter in bed massaging your shoulders. It. ” He was quiet when he said it, embarrassed to admit it.Emma laughed. “So, are you saying you’re into bondage now, Mike?”“Wellll ... I wouldn’t say ‘into it’ exactly ... but I didn’t hate it exactly either. Also...”There was a long pause. Emma had to prod him to continue. “Yeah?”“I’m sorry I said no when you asked me out,” he said quietly.Emma turned to him.“Hey, you don’t need to apologize for that at all. I’m a big girl and can handle rejection. Well, I should be able to handle rejection. I,. She couldn't quite remember what had happened that evening. Had she been too drunk, or d**gged? She was not even sure if it was still evening. The dark void filled her eyes, save for the brief flicker of light from somewhere near. She sighed, but was not able to – a ball-gag filled her mouth. She panicked; she started to pant and struggle. She was tied down. She felt bonds around her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs. She was certain that she was naked. Almost subconsciously, she felt her. ?Jasper nodded in obedience. He was rarely allowed to whip a victim to death. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, eh, he thought cheerfully. Still, job satisfaction came from within and this was still the best of all jobs in the best of all worlds.*By the end of her second circuit, Fianna was weaving and veering erratically, half of her steps in a random direction, only half towards the elusive finish line. She fell for the twentieth time as she started the third circuit and greatly daring,.