“Because we feel you would be… perfect.” said again the division’s director who seemed to be the only one talking… or allowed to talk. He then handed her a large brown envelope.

Karen took it, opened it and pulled out some photographs, showing a woman in tight latex and ballet heels, tied up to an X frame and being tormented, the other pictures were obviously the same woman in a tight hogtie, in a vacbed, mummified. She recognized these images. They were on her FL profile.

“Am I… Am I in trouble for these? I believe that what I do in my personal time is, well, personal, as long as it doesn’t affect my job perfor…”

Still a work in progress. Coming soon.

Full size image coming up WITH the story.