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She smiled back at him and said, “Your welcome, but it’s you that needs thanked.” She straightened her clothing and stepped around his desk. Feeling bare, she began looking for her panties. Finally when she couldn’t find them she asked, “Michael, where are my panties?” “Don’t worry, you don’t need them,” he told her with a devilish grin on his face as he tucked them in his pocket. Seeing her sunglasses on the Toys desk, he picked them up and handed them to her,, “Next time take them off so I can see your eyes when I’m looking at you.” He then sat down and resumed working like nothing had happened. When she still stood there looking at him, he looked up and said, “Don’t you have a show to prepare for?” Glancing at her watch, she saw she only had ten minutes to prepare and with a slight exasperated asian sign, she left. Michael’s laughter followed her out the door. The Warden’s Tale I have been Warden for eighteen years. The last three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional Facility for Women at Femdea, California. Femdea is renowned as the largest women’s prison in the country, and also because it is the site japanese of the only capital punishment facility for women in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female offenders. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other crimes such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol. The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every week. The large number of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital punishment law in American history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few years fetish there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will BDSM always remain a small number of people who simply don’t get the message, including women. Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that level for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The usual number of hangings on execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable. The legal appeals process takes about a year. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate’s appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine’s Day. (Who says prison administrators have no sense of humor?) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further hope for legal intervention and she must compose herself for death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselors available for the condemned woman. They’re good at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instances of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform. I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately forty feet long and twelve feet wide, supported by concrete pillars. The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the platform at a height of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by steel suspension cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. “Ok it’s in, can I cum now?” Master- Rob- I look at the girl and the boy and tell asian them that day is our last day of training that the auction is tomorrow. Then she gasped. "Lindsay. It was actually something I was not used to, both my childhood home and my rental Toys house not surrounded by trees, at least anything but pine, birch, and swamp maple. The three days passed away in a BDSM jiffy. He loved her, and just wanted to be close to her. Since we couldn’t date my sister and I fetish spent a lot of time with each other with video and board games. She slid her hands through her hair and buried them between her shoulder blades, lolling her head back and thrusting her bare breasts forward into his waiting hands. This is all you now nothing else,” I ask Guy and he looks at me for a moment. “Patty why the Hell didn't you tell me who japanese these two were?