Unfortunately, by the time we were in Dominicks kitchen and I was laid over a waist high slab of cold marble, my initial excitement was replaced by undisguised fear. Too stricken to object, I allowed myself to be tied down to the marble slab, my arms stretched out in front of me, roped at the wrists and tied off below the table; my feet similarly secured to the table legs. Just to be sure I was going no where, a hefty leather strap was secured around my waist. My head lay resting on the marble, turned in the direction of the two men.
Every nerve in my body was fired up and ready for what I anticipated as a ruthless gangbang, the kind of initiation that one might expect after being sworn in as a masters newest slave. As it turned out, I was far off the mark about what the real challeng
