Ok, here goes."I said, "Well, if we're fucking onstage I call him honey and lover but if we're offstage, say in his or my dressing room and we are fuc...ing, I call him Jason. I call him by his name and his friends by theirs when we are doing it."I almost expected Jack to jump up and storm out, but somehow I just knew that he wouldn't. I knew he suspected this and for some reason it excited him. He is by no means dumb; he had to know from all the sperm and aroma coming from me these past nights.. I wish you were here, The belt is scary sexy, I know that at this point you would not have been able to stop from doing or having me do something sexual. I picture your hands running up my legs, playing with the stays. Having me sit on your lap across the chair. I move to your chair and sit across it, my legs across one of the arms and back leaning into the other. I close my eyes and picture you just holding me your hand sliding up and down those slippery stockings. I can hear your voice in my. I only ask that I be treated like a piece of property not a person. I have experience serving men mainly bikers all which I met through my Mother and Uncles who are hardcore bikers, I also have experience with Black Men also 2 black bikers I was introduced to by a caucasain biker I used to serve.Serving you I will provide 100% obedience and sexual pleasure. I wear full leather outfits to show men I am a whore, my leather outfits are not those a Dominatrix wears but a prostitute on a corner in. I had needle marks all over my legs and arms. But, I wanted it. I was hooked. My own lover hooked me. I felt like crying. No tears would come out. All I wanted was the shot. Joe walked in one day and sat on the bed with me. "You're not going to say anything about our little operation, are you Hon?" he asked.I shook my head. No, I wasn't going to tell. If I did, where would my supply come from?"Good." He continued. "I'm going to let you up now. If you do anything to upset me, you'll find.