I squirmed and wiggled my ass in what must have seemed a provocative manner to the casual observer.  But it was mainly because that crotch strap was driving me crazy.  Maybe I should have left that strap off, leaving my ass and pussy open to whatever Lisa wanted to do to them.  At the very least, I shouldn't have pulled it so tightly between my pussy lips and ass cheeks.  And maybe I should have put a belt around my waist and the center of the X before securing my wrists.  It would have kept my body from shaking so much.  I pulled at the wrist cuffs, reveling in my helplessness.  I preferred when Lisa gave me pleasure rather than pain, but I was open to whatever she gave me.  At times, I was thoroughly disgusted at how much I was a slave to her whims.<br/><br/>I could just imagine what my company of nerds would do if they could see me now.  Those that didn't have a heart attack from the shock would organize a carefully coordinated rescue.  And then become all flustered once they'd found out I'd done this to myself.  To them, it would seem like totally irrational behavior meriting a trip to a psychiatric facility.  I giggled behind my gag at the thought.<br/><br/>What about Anabelle?  That sobered me a bit.  Since she'd gone away to college, I knew less and less of what was going on in her life. Sure, we had our rambling phone calls, but they centered around her friends, her boyfriend, the latest rock group, her classes, etc.  Very little about herself was revealed.  But I suspected she would be horrified to see me like this.  Just like I frequently horrified myself at some of the thoughts I would have gazing upon her during her rare visits.  The picture in my office looks like a normal mother-daughter portrait.  That's because it's my office, where I sometimes meet clients and investors.  The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpagesix.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F3%2F2022%2F11%2Fheidi-klum-leni-star-snaps-5.jpg%3Fquality%3D90%26strip%3Dall%26w%3D434&amp;hash=b2da59105e792cedb93cdbf5ed970e20" href="https://pagesix.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2022/11/heidi-klum-leni-star-snaps-5.jpg?quality=90&amp;strip=all&amp;w=434" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">picture</a>in the bedroom was another story.<br/><br/>I couldn't remember who's idea it was, hers or mine.  Not that the professional photographer objected.  But I should have.  We'd laughed about it at the time, but was my laugh a bit forced and nervous? She'd just turned 18 and looked so lovely in red.  What was I thinking?  As her mother, I should have known better.  Maybe that's why she spoke so little about herself now.  I'd traumatized her, no doubt.<br/><br/>I blindly turned my head, feeling a draft in the room.  Then a sharp jolt of electricity made me squeal and jump, as I raised myself on my toes to escape the sensation.  Lisa had arrived.  And she had some kind of electrical device.  I would have thought the crotch strap would have protected my pussy better.  But I'd pulled the strap deep between the folds, leaving the lips exposed.  Silly me.<br/><br/>I let a whimper slip past my gag and eased myself down off my toes, my legs trembling.  I couldn't close them.  They were secured wide apart by the cross.  I was at Lisa's mercy.  And already getting wet between my legs as the buzz of the butt plug and dildo began to ease the sting of the electrical device.  I should have chosen only one insertable, though.  Two were becoming overwhelming.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a>