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Paula Dominates Girls
Heather led me to her bedroom and then through it into what I supposed would be the bathroom, but it wasn't.
The room was an Aladdin's cave. In the centre was a black leather bed - the sort of thing you might see in a doctor's surgery. On the walls hung canes, chains, ropes, whips, straps. There was a leather corset, leather collars, leather cuffs. Against the wall was a neat row of boots and high heeled shoes. There was a place for tying someone against the wall, legs apart, arms outstretched above their head. On a table were vibrators, dildos - all sorts of gadgets.
Heather put her champagne down on the table.
"Look," I started, "I'm sorry, but I'm really not in to this. I absolutely can't stand pain, I can't even bear to be tied up, in fact I don't even like anything on my wrists, see," I said thrusting my wrists up to show her. "I don't even wear a watch."
She waited for my babbling to stop then put a forefinger to her lips.
"Shhh," she went softly. "I promise, promise absolutely that I won't hurt you or tie you up or put anything on your wrists. All right?"