It started as a prickling sensation in the tips of my fingers and toes, and gradually increased in intensity and spread until it felt as though someone was sticking needles in every inch of my body.It started as a prickling sensation in the tips of my fingers and toes, and gradually increased in intensity and spread until it felt as though someone was sticking needles in every inch of my body. I tried to cry out, but my voice was still partially paralyzed and I could only croak incoherently. At that point Amalie returned wearing a brief halter, a short skirt that barely covered her womanhood and high heeled boots that had to be at least five inches in height. She came over to sit down on the divan and run a hand over my chest and stomach, and then down between my thighs to fondle me intimately. "Starting to feel better, baby?" she asked with a grin. I couldn't answer her, and could only lay there and suffer the indignity that she was inflicting on me until I could move again. I endured the pain as best I could, and even when I felt that my arms and legs were functional I lay motionless, waiting until I was fully recovered before making my move. But she saw through the ruse, and after several minutes gripped my wrists and pulled me off the divan to my feet. "Don't try to play possum with me, baby," she warned me. "I know how long it takes for the feeling to come back." I stood up as straight as I could and glared up at her lovely face, now almost a foot above my own. "All right, Amalie," I retorted, "let's understand each other right now! I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but it won't work. I'm getting dressed and I'm leaving here right now!" She pursed her lips. "Really? And how do you propose to do that?" I looked around for my clothes. They were gone. "All right," I snarled. "Where are they?" "I put them away. You won't be needing them for a while." "Dammit!" My voice was tight from the helpless fury I felt. |