I guess he wanted me to know how good it could be if we followed the rules.I guess he wanted me to know how good it could be if we followed the rules. When I say good, I mean it was the best ever, and the scariest. Earlier I said he brought me to the edge of serious pain. Well, this is it. By Wednesday evening I had started to turn a quite dark shade of brown from the tanning lotion. Quite dark. He still had me putting it everywhere. My scalp, my face, in my ears, everywhere. I think the pills are starting to kick in, too. It is starting to stain the bed sheets. They'll be ruined unless it washes out. Those in his room were a disaster after the scene I am about to describe. I had just finished rubbing in my third dose when he had me sit on the edge of the bed and buckle on the waistband of the leather (un)chastity belt while he put on knee and ankle straps with a pole to separate my ankles. Then he locked my wrists to the back of my collar and doubled me over by chaining my knee straps to the front of the collar. This exposed my nakedness completely. He arranged me face down on the bed on my elbows and knees with my rear end in the air and then chained my collar to the head of the bed and my ankles to the foot. |