Robin slowly turned her body, standing, a little unstable on her feet. Holding onto her arm, we made our way into the kitchen. Stopping just inside of the doorway of the kitchen, I took hold of the clamps on her nipples, releasing them. Robin gasped at the sudden release of the clamps, the pain and blood flowing back into her nipples. I had her hold up her hands so I could release the handcuffs that held her wrists. As her wrists were free of the cuffs, I asked her if she would like a glass of wine.

She replied, “No, thank you, Sir."

Robin made no attempt to pull her dress up over her breasts. I took her hand in mine as I showed her around the house. I started the tour in the living room. The living room was spacious, on the far wall a flat-screen TV hung; underneath it on a stand was the DVD recorder and camera. The couch was leather and could seat five people, or one sub tied down its length. I had several ...

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