"Stand there," she told me softly, pointing.I did.With loving hands, she removed every stitch of my clothing. From the drawer of her dresser, she with...rew a velvet box. From its midnight blue interior, she withdrew a collar and locked it around my neck."You have bound your heart to mine," she whispered hypnotically. "This collar is a symbol of that bond. This is the only binding I will ever place on you. If your love is true, it is sufficient."She had always been a force of nature, and I a bit. I decided to carry it on my walk that morning as a test, it turned out not to be awful.Everything went normally right up until we went to the Accent to drive to my Virginia meeting with the FBI chief. I had explained that I didn’t want to be photographed walking into the FBI offices, so we set the meeting outside the office. The Accent was making a lot of noise from the second I turned it on. So much so that I doubted it would make it out of town. I drove down to the local auto rental office,. Somewhere in the back I could here the shuffling of books, probably the owner reorganizing. I stepped carefully around the waist-high piles of books crowding the entrance. The shop seemed small with only a handful of aisles. I headed toward the other side of the store, away from the sound of ruffling pages.I made my way down an aisle running my fingers lightly over the bindings, the thump of each finger skipping from title to title. I didn't read them, just let my fingers find the way. It was. Now everything flashed through her memory lane, things she made the boy do last week, she had treated him as an animal, and now there she is, at the same boy’s mercy. Sweet Danny Boy.Standing there tied up, tears rolled up my eyes. I begged Danny to forgive me & set me free. But that fell on deaf ears. Danny was walking around, enjoying every inch of my naked body. With figures of 34-28-36 and the thick beautiful long hair, I knew my body made all the male students in my school want to fuck me.
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