"My mind started spinning. The thought was outrageous. I didn’t want a woman playing with my breasts, and the idea of whipping my already tortured o...bs was crazy. There was only one conclusion. "You can’t be serious!"She giggled. "Believe me, I am. I promise that no permanent harm will befall you, and your cute tits, while they will certainly be sore a little longer, will heal in no time. I’ll not draw blood, and I’ll use a soft leather tawse." You’re perverts!" You knew that already before you. I dashed back to my apartment, put my groceries away, had a quick shower and a shave, and set out to find her place.It was an older, two story, Florida style house with a huge verandah, in a part of town where the buildings were slowly being converted into professional offices. Hers was no different. In the neat, manicured, front yard, the size of a football field, there was a sign proclaiming "HARRIET MAE, PHOTOGRAPHER." A smaller sign indicated there was parking in the rear and directed me. Patricia, not tonight, that is not for you to touch." Shepouted. I smiled. She smiled. It was funny, but you probably would havehad to be there. Well you've got plenty of clothes hun, get dressed,leave the room, take a left and enter the door at the end of the hall.We'll talk more about your night then."Well you know me, by the time Patricia was already, I had a group of guyswaiting in a room next to the big white room with the glass box. When she entered the room, she looked fantastic. She was. I like it when you own me, use me. So sue me." Well, in that case is have something for you," he said and reached down and pulled a box from beneath the chair next to Lisa which surprised her. He handed it to Cleo. She opened it and pulled out a control collar almost identical to Lisa's except it had a few diamonds attached to the stud in front."You god-damned bastard," she said now crying. "You knew what I was going to do the whole time." Let's just say I had hoped," he said with a grin."You.