" "Whenever you try to tell anyone who you are, you will want a drink of liquor." "Whenever you try to tell anyone who you are, you will want a drink of liquor. Whenever you are drunk, you will tell people who you are. You are the Queen of Sheba. Forget everything else, you are Ethyl Blatz the toilet-cleaning Queen of Sheba." Sheila was giggling jerkily, hysterical with the excitement of the injury she was inflicting. I never saw that woman again. I never knew her name. She had been destroyed only because I looked at her in passing. ********** Christine stood proudly as I laced her into the single glove. She had moved in as Sheila's lover. Sheila beat her, bound her, spit in her mouth and Christine loved it all. Today, as was so often the case, was special. Sheila had Christine in a full body sheath that acted like a vise of leathe. Her elbows touched now. Christine's breasts jutted out, small but high set and perky. On her leash, she followed meto the porch. My measurements had continued to expand and my 40 inch hips swayed in my tight pants. Christine let herself be tied to the frame and made no comment as she was tilted onto her back. Sheila, dressed like a surgeon, stood next to her and explained what was going to happen. Inside, I could see the real Christine screaming but externally she was all smiles as the incisions in her breasts were made and the bags were inserted. |