" I sagged a littlefurther down in my bonds. "Do you remember what you said to me last timewe met?" I shook my head. "Christ it was only a few months ...ago, are youtelling me that you insult so many women it all blurs into one biglaugh?" Again I shook my head."No, it's not like that," I stammered, "I don't do mean things likethat. At least not unless I've had too much to drink and then I neverremember what I've done afterwards."Clarisse did not sound impressed by my reasoning. "Yeah right,". Two weeks later I was working, mindlessly shelving books people would probably never read. Per usual, I was feeling sorry for myself.“You should go see my therapist.”I paused my restocking of Pablo Neruda, the poet who always sold out this time of year. Even Mabel’s shop was frequented by lovestruck hipsters who quoted Neruda incorrectly as they sipped on their nonfat caramel lattes.“Excuse me?”Mabel applied another ring of blue eyeliner. It caught unflatteringly in all of her wrinkles, and it. His dick swollen and he wants me really bad. I was still sitting He pulled his dick out of his sweats and wiped my lips. I had to suck it. It looked angry and I wanted to make it happy. I had to milk it. I opened my mouth as wide as possible with my tongue out and I licked it and sucked that big cock until I felt it jerk in my mouth a little I knew it wouldn't be long before he bust a nut. So I stopped I pulled back and let him pull off my pants and panties. He sat me back down but decided to. Many straps for firm grip.Piercing will hurt her, I don't want her to thrash about and injureherself. I care for my pretty little captive. Should I take blindfoldoff? Yeah! That will increase terror as she watches me prepare toolsand rings. What should I wear? I think femme. Yeah! I'll dress like aNazi torturer, a female Nazi. That'll scare the shit out of her. Yeaah,the whole bit, and a mask, makeup, lipstick, soften my voice.Click... click... click. I like that sound. I like to hear.