She smiled at him and said, "Iknow it's a bit disorienting dear, but really it's for your own good. We'veall had to go through it and you'll find soon...that you like it." Shegrinned mischieveously. "I know I do." "What?" "Oh you wouldn't recognize me. I had my boy clothes on yesterday. I amRoscoe, although my real name is Roxelle." She smiled graciously. "It was areal pain - I hate those outfits. But we needed to give you time to adjust,so it was worth it." She looked down at her form. "Well. The party was full of sexy nurses, teachers, students, cat-girls ... even a few whores, bimbos and Playboy Bunnies. But no one had gone to the efforts of Kelsey and her co-workers, and their extreme outfits were even earning them a few dirty looks.Kelsey relaxed slightly, and Heather put her arm around her.“You look great, seriously. Have you ever considered getting inked for real?”“I’ve thought about it,” Kelsey answered. “But I’m terrified of needles. Oh, god...”The graphic designer went. I told her what it stood for and the basics of power control. She asked about pain and I told her that it could be part of the play but not if the participants didn’t want to. I told her that I actually enjoyed causing pain to those who enjoyed it. She asked how could someone enjoy, especially sexually, pain. I told her it was or it wasn’t and that everyone had their own tastes and pain tolerance. I told her some people like to spank, others like edge or fire play and that there were thousands. ' Elaborate for me."Her mind flashed to the scene- Dan had played her with experience, forcing her into a climax as she resisted only in her mind. That her body had enjoyed it- not her, though, she refused to believe that- was bad enough; Zack knowing about it would be far worse."He just ... he wanted to make me feel inferior." Did he fuck you?" No." But he 'touched you'?" Zack laughed. "He fingered you?" His own digits found their way between his legs, with only the shirt keeping them out of.