Bigo 59 Views - Luckily her sons friend jacking off in the back room.

They had the whip, leather, and toy. I believe it was the first time they had played with bondage, and it only got better from there. On the way to the car, one of them suggested that they leave the back door unlocked, which would let me get away with the car if anything went wrong. On the way to the club, they decided to get beers from the bar. The plan was for me to get rowdy and end up doing something stupid, like giving out that revealing, or just sitting home and not paying any attention to what anyone wanted to do with me. What they had planned was to have me sign something, promising confidentiality, before hand, cuz that's the only time that I knew I could be kept quiet. I decided to just take the sign and carry it with me, despite the fact that I knew it might not be all that confidential. We got into the car, and I unlocked the doorframe, and then locked it again, after I had signed the first page of the contract. I pulled into the club parkinglot, took a peak at the first building that I saw, and then one building on either side, then one building on the opposite side. I parked the car in a spot that would give me a decent view of the first building, then I walked to the door. I opened the door for only a few minutes, and then I shut it behind me, and went inside. I looked around the inside of the club. There were a couple of hookers on the side of the bar, and another couple in the waiting room. The waitresses were older than twenty, and they were wearing clothes that didn't quite cover their breasts, but the look was still sexy. I approached the couple.

I pulled up a stool in front of them. They looked me up and down, and then asked who I was. My answer was, " I'm a slave in need of urgent attention." They walked to the bar, and I ordered a coke. The coke came back, and I said, " But first, a little background is in order. I'm a slave, in need of urgent attention. Why, Mistress, do you want me to dance for you?" "Well, slave? I thought you'd know," one of the waitresses said. "Well, then by all means let's get it on," I said. She gave me a wicked grin, and said, "You may play with your cock," and lead me to the floor on my hands and knees. The two men who were sitting by the bar saw me for the first time. They started chuckling, and then they became rude. A couple of drinks had been consumed, and the sergeants were getting frustrated. "Don't worry, slave," one of them said. "We'll get it under control. You just stay in that position." The other, somewhat smaller, said, "There's no problem. You need to learn control, you silly little bitch." I stayed on my hands and knees, and the sweat just kept pouring out on me.

I felt gratified that I had taken their temper out on me, that I had embarrassed them, and that I could have the cuffs now. But the tension was increasing in me, and I knew it. I was just about ready to drop dead, but I failed to take my anger out on them. Finally, they got us dressed, and then we went back to the car. The coke arrived, and I did the same. The following morning, I returned to the room, and when I opened the door I could see the tension in my girlfriend's eyes. "You've been very bad, and now my little slave has come this far to call me to stop. But there is more to come. First off, you will stay in that position through the weekend. If things continue you will be used as my personal slut. There is no need for me to punish you. If you disappoint me, nothing. If you disobey, you will be spanked," he said firmly. "But first I would like to remind you that you are still a junior in my company. There is no place in my life for a slave..