It actually felt good to acknowledge to someone that I was under someone’s control. Finally, Master John advised that it was time ...or our room reservation. He have a gentle tug on my leash and asked me if I wanted to go. He said that if I agreed, there would be no turning back. I worked up my courage and told him that I did. I quivered at the thought of being alone with a man in a room designed for some type of bondage. We entered the room. . For some reason, he never seemed to relate to other women like he did with mom. Perhaps it was the closeness of high school, the forced co-ed status, who knows? Dad was always shy around other women. I don't know about his school days, just later.I grew up, fortunately, with my gandparents, while dad worked, but he was quite successful and we spent countless times together, almost like an older brother type thing.I was the spitting image of him: 'raccoon' eyes (like Joe Torre), dark hair, olive. The music was loud, bass thumping and vibrating into the lush carpet, and we walked down a dimly lit corridor into the stage room. A blonde woman was in the middle of her set, finessing one of the two poles set several feet apart on front of the stage, long legs in stiletto heels hugging the cold metal against her mons, small but firm breasts with pink nipples the size of thimbles. And he noticed, all right, I could feel it in my brittle bones. ‘Let’s find a table.’ I suggested, and he took the. There is such a small wall of flesh between cunt and bum, it is such an erotic feeling when there is activity in both. I pulled his mouth, as hard as I could against my cunt and in no time at all I shuddered to a wonderful climax. We both stood and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, tasting my cunt juice which was all over his face. ‘That was lovely’ I said, ‘we must do it again sometime’ he said, ‘maybe’ I said.When I saw my husband later I whispered to him, ‘Guess what?’ he.