“What would you like to do now, my Queen?”The dark beauty chuckled and nodded towards the dance floor. “Let’s cut a rug, Mr. Purple.”Markus ...nickered at his new nickname, but followed her into the throng of dancing kinksters gladly. They spent the next forty five minutes among the mob of Dominas, leather slaves and club sissies as they flowed and undulated to the music. Almost every track that blasted through the hall made some allusion to or explicitly referenced sex and BDSM.Not long after,. I remember the first time I walked into Dr. Moore's office with makeup and a tight fitting shirt instead of my usual sweatpants and old t-shirt. He literally stopped mid sentence and had to clear his throat several times before we were able to begin our session. Seeing him have such a reaction to me ignited something inside me again. My sexual drive was suddenly back with a vengeance. I began doing yoga naked again and admiring my body in the mirror. I felt a new love and respect for my body. ‘What the hell!” she said. “And that’s your definition of kid gloves.”“I had to do it, and, I guess so did he. Abigail, it was matter of respect. Believe it or not, it was a matter of respect. If I’d just rolled over, or, in his mind if he had...” he said.“Men!” she said. “You’re all nuts!”“That is likely an accurate assessment,” he said, and he wasn’t smirking.“I’ve got to do something. You know, I think I’m going to visit his dad. Aaron’s got a good head on his shoulders. At worst it’ll be. It wasmost embarrassing when she asked me what I was wearing to thewedding and winked at me. I knew then that Terri was in oneverything. The morning of the wedding, I repeated my shaving and bath.The panties and stockings were sensuous, but the corset nearlydrove the me wild. I had to use cold water to get my hard-on downenough to put on my cock harness. The padlock snapped shut,securing my balls and dick; only Debbie had a key. The corsetlaced my waist to an extremely uncomfortable.