In the tiny room behind the stage, a young girl sat. Her bare legs were tightly crossed; she flicked her free foot nervously. A black pump tottered from her toes. Now and then she flexed her foot and the shoe like an obedient dog snapped to her heel. She would hold it like that for
She was tough, alright, just as advertised. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and fiery, and loved her bondage sessions. She had a very high tolerance for pain too, maybe that was what I really admired about her; that she could take anything I could dish out, and then some, and that she truly loved every minute of