Actually it was two lists, separated into columns by a vertical line. On one side were things to buy: an assortment of wigs and high-heeled shoes for Myron, the maid’s uniforms he would wear during the days and the lingerie for nights; ropes of all lengths, thicknesses, and composition, various gauges of chain, padlocks, shackles and all kinds of other arcane bondage gear. She’d even reconsidered about the gags. At the very least she needed one of those big double-dildo gags like the biker had used.
The thought of smothering Myron under her while she rode his helpless face was almost as exciting as the prospect of f*****g him in the ass. Beneath this and ‘strap-on dildo’ on this list were the implements of discipline she still needed: an assortment of whips and canes, and either a taser o
