”“Are you done with your rant, Jazzy?” he calmly asked“Only if you turn off that damn app and remove it from your phone,” Jazzy said. “You...either do that, or this whole charade is over with. Do you understand me, John?”John leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek. “I think I will just keep the app on,” as he stood up, pushing the vibrator up to medium, smiling as he watched her clench her legs together, her face flushing red. “You are not done with this charade, as you call it, because you. He led me over to the small conference table in his office and pulled my hair back in a ponytail. He produced an open mouth gag and put it on me. He also pulled out some high-heeled shoes. He put them on me. Placed a spreader bar between my legs and tied my hands behind my back. He pulled out a chain. He connected the chain to my collar. “He kissed me on the cheek. Remember my dear, we are all Club Members. No one here will ever harm you. I want you to look your best.” He attached the chain to. When the blindfold cam off, she saw the dark, powerful, black-clad stranger grinning wickedly down at her. Blushing with shame at her own excitement, she could imagine how her bound posture must thrust her breasts forward for his inspection as he yanked her skimpy brassiere free of her body. His touch expertly brought her nipples to a state of quivering stiffness, even as he just as expertly heated up her with solid, open-handed swats, administered while she was held forward with her arms. You always begged your mother to help you shave, and kept as littlefacial hair as possible... Even to this day."Dylan nodded, slowly. It was true. He'd always hated facial hair. It hadbeen almost traumatizing, when it first appeared. It had made puberty aliving hell for him."It was only later," Senna continued, "that you realized the reason...The reason why you always played with girls. The reason why you loveddolls, and dresses, and trying on your mother's makeup. The reason youalways felt.