All the women were dressed in very nice evening gowns or cocktail dresses and I suddenly felt under-dressed in what could have been a country club rec...ption. I had no idea how under dressed I was going to feel.We entered Bonnie's bedroom, and she closed the door behind us. Still holding her champagne glass, she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to her."Now Sweetie," she began, "let me tell you how this is going to work. You see all these women know about our little. A group of young men and women in gis with matching insignia turned and looked at us appraisingly. As introductions were made all around, I discovered that Marcus was sensei at another dojo, and these were his students — the best of them, at any rate. It was funny to think of this fleshy man as being not just a black belt, but a sensei, but I knew that appearances could be deceiving. By happy coincidence, I ended up sitting by Jack. I couldn’t help examining him furtively under the guise of. The one who took Robbie's place as The Duke's sex slave. Ain't that right, slave?" He looked me straight in the eyes. I nodded before he could yank on my head again."And you suck Duke's cock anytime he wants. Right?" I nodded again. It was the path of least resistance. "And, old Duke fucks your ass, too. Right?" Again, I nodded. This seemed to please Spike for he seemed gentler somehow.He then said, "Stand up, sweet cheeks!" He still had my hair in his grip.I stood, legs trembling. Spike let go. I gathered the gloves, ball gag and hood from the floor of the walk in closet and ran to the bed, then ripped open the top drawer of my bedside table. Right where they had lain for the last six months were the handcuffs Andrew occasionally used on me. Alongside them was one of my dildos. I snatched them from the drawer and hurriedly jammed the dildo into my dripping slit. I drew the gloves hurriedly up my arms then just as quickly pulled the hood over my head so that only my painted lips were.