..." "Three. I didn't tell you to speak, either. You may speak to others, and otherwise act as naturally as possible, but when we are alone, you will speak only when spoken to. Understand?" She nodded. "Four points. I asked you a question. MOUTH!" Again the eager fellatrix imitation. She was learning. "The next word is 'hands', at which you will put your wrists together behind your back. HANDS!" She complied perfectly. "OK. Now, you will hold the position until I tell you to. There is one more words you will have to pay attention to. If I say 'down', you will get onto your knees, unzip me, and suck my cock until I say 'stop'. In addition, you will IMMEDIATELY follow any other command I give you. Got it?" "Yes, darling!" she said. Can we practice those, too?" "Five points! I'll give you a point anytime I think you say anything I feel like giving you a point for. Now, let's get dressed." I selected a couple of items from my dresser, and we went back into the living room. I removed the gag holder from the crotch strap, and rerouted the damp leather strap through the rings on the backs of her thigh straps in the hopes that it would pull a bit into her every time she took a step (or sat down). I then gave her a pair of loose blue jeans. Fairly new, they would press against her as she moved without revealing what was under them. As she sat and pulled on her socks and jogging shoes, I could see her squirm a bit and knew that I had the strap in the right place. I then helped her into a special bra. The bra was a hand-crafted masterpiece, if Ana did say so herself. Made from knotted thongs (a la macrame, a terribly underestimated hobby), it was more like a fishnet but fit perfectly. Perfectly for the purpose, that is - it was (quite deliberately) made almost a size too small. Her breasts protruded a bit between the thin straps - she said it made them VERY sensitive. It had taken a whole night to make, and Ana didn't complain a bit about being tied to a bar stool with her hands stretched to a ring in the ceiling during the all-night "fitting" session (but, that's another story - we made a number of toys that weekend). A pair of rubber bands on her nipples completed the arrangement. By the time I was through, she was ready to go at it again. |