The girl who was handling the guest registrations, a blonde with big tits, explained that unlike other spanking clubs, this one was a hybrid of a BDSM...and straight spanking club. Although they don't promote or practice bondage, BDSM or sexual slavery, the group was slowly changing to one where exhibition and humiliation were becoming the norm."In fact," she commented, "at last month's board meeting the dress code was changed. Starting with this month's meeting, anyone registering as a bottom. “Yes, horses. You are a funny man, Mr. Taylor. May I call you John?”“Seeing as how I am standing here in handcuffs,” I said looking briefly at my manacled wrists, “you could call me ‘Mary, ‘ and there wouldn’t be much I could do about it.”One thing I had learned from my time in the desert is that, even being at someone’s mercy; you had to keep a hard front. If you acted like a victim, your captors would treat you like that. Even in moments like this, control was as much psychological as. “Just one of the buxom lasses,” he grinned.I wished I had a bigger breasts then the little handfuls I possessed. Even tits the size of his sister Kora’s would be wonderful. I knew Sven loved them large. Why else did he insist on staying at the Buxom Lass in Cheyvn? My agents reported far better inns lay in the city than it.“I should be cross with you,” I groaned, his thumb feeling amazing on my pussy. My stone body shuddered. Though made of rigid materials, my magic allowed me to animate it. " No need to apologize, just don't do it again. Now, do me a favor and pull your dick out for me."Part of me wanted to tell her that last night was the first, and last, time we would ever do anything like that. However, most of me wanted to continue our sexual exploration, so I obliged, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them, and my boxers, down, revealing my limp dick. Erin responded by removing her shirt, revealing no bra, her nipples already hard. She then proceeded to crawl on her hands and.