Little did she know that she wasn't just getting what she wanted, she was exhibiting the traits of a perfect submissive. A perfect one in Harley's eye..., at the very least.Harley had stumbled upon BDSM early in his years, around the age of sixteen. He found the chemistry of a Master/Pet relationship one of the most interesting and sexually pleasing things he had ever seen. Of course, he had never really experienced it before, provided that he was but sixteen. Even to this day, Harley had never. Have you really run out of restaurants?”“Well, not in Evanston, and we really haven’t done the Loop yet. There are two Loop eating experiences, lunch and dinner, though both kinds of places are mostly open for both meals. In the rest of Chicago, I only know a few, and most of those aren’t on our way. Chinatown, for instance. But this place makes for a reasonably short detour from the direct way to your home. Besides, I thought you liked it. You finished your bowl of soup.” Now she remembered.“I. .It still hasn’t come back to me how I got here and I only now noticed that I was barefoot and dressed in rags, and not much either. I was wearing some type of leggings with the legs cut off jaggedly so they were like loose shorts and an old t-shirt with holes.The floor was cool on the soles of my feet but the building seemed a little warm. Despite this I felt a chill since the rags I was wearing were very drafty. I am ashamed to say I had gotten aroused at the whipping and I could feel my. Could I count this as passing out and win our bet?I relaxed and watched the pretty tits bouncing around. I was about to get the start of an erection when Mrs. Smith walked out of the pond. Ice water couldn’t make me shrink any faster or smaller. It was a good thing, I guess. The girls did an admirable job of holding the court against all comers. They came over between games and got some water. Each time, they looked at the sleeping Jos and always asked the same sort of question.“Mick, did you.