SUBMISSION.
After an hour or so of torture as she was tied to the trees she agreed that she had stepped out of line and as I had the most humiliating pictures of her I could do ANYTHING to her to settle the score.
So Back into the kidnap mobile …….

Then another good long journey with her teathered and swaying, gagged, blindfolded and hooded, totally disorientated as I laughed at her predicament.
Still tied up, she was draped with my coat, buttoned up and led into the torture palace – a place she was familiar with but unable to prevent her own fate. Did she feel like one of her own victime I wonder?
Because she was so clever at loosening knot sthe last time we met I took no chances and tied her outwards disabling her ability to wriggle free and untie the knots.
How I enjoyed telling her I was going to take the thing most precious to her – no not her headscarf but her virginity – she was every inch the classic spinster, except I couldn’t even imagine her having the humanity to keep a cat happy.
She was at last truely afraid of me. The circulation of the photos a constant threat which egged her on into performing sexy moves for me, flashing her panties and looking provocative ….. just take a look at this



