The thoughts of bondage still possessed her. Mandi obsessed about the previous night's dream. Curled toes in orgasmic delight, she owned her lover Samantha, taking each other to stellar levels of ecstasy. The things she did to her in that dream, they did, seemed so taboo, almost evil, yet completely so right. Yet it burned within her to make it happen. Perhaps tonight, finally, will be her night? A night of bondage.