This was the first time I had ever seen ankle socks and I can remember thinking that these must be a type of sock that girls wear. “What were you do...ing sitting there all on your own?”, I heard her ask sweetly as I watched her slightly tug at the cotton that tightly hugged her toes. She let it go and began slowly wiggling her toes to which the worn, greyish white cotton on her sole produced lots of wrinkles as her toes gently moved back and forth one after the other. I was absolutely transfixed. How could she be so weak? Her own Mother, as to back down like that. But secretly that’s what she wanted, and that’s what she got. As was now becoming her habit she raced off to her bedroom, slammed the door, ripped her pants off and masturbated furiously. Monique knew it, she was going to own her Mother. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought she was lying in her room sulking. Her Mother had said it once. They’d fight then Monique would race off to her room and sulk. Well that used to be. Alice and I worked up a design for a cart, and I asked some people to begin work on one during the winter when they were looking for ways to fight boredom.We didn't have saws, yet, so planks were made by carefully splitting the wood with wedges. We could make a plane fairly easily, so the planks could be smoothed. I had wanted a spoked wheel to reduce the dead weight the horse had to pull, but that proved too much to try for on our first effort, so we went with the solid wheel. However, bronze. I did not want to help myself.“I am aflame for this woman. Such an evening!” The Dominatrix closed the notebook and, as if cued, the girl thrashed against the restraints.“You are safe.” The Dominatrix rushed to the bed. “I will unchain you now, but I need you to lie still.”The Dominatrix freed the girl and helped her to sit on the edge of the bed. The girl huddled into herself, shaking and rocking with her thighs sealed and her hands protectively cupping her breasts. Plump tears leaked from.