"I’m not sure what came over me, but instead of asking her nicely, I demanded it. She looked startled at first, and I wondered if I’d made a mista...e, holding my breath, my dark eyes boring into hers. It became a battle of wills, one that I could see I was slowly winning. Finally, she lost, her head turning towards the man who still held her leash, as if in supplication, getting none."You heard the man, Kitten. Show him your cunt."I watched her mouth, trying to form a protest, unable to make a. ” He started to hesitate.“Go on,” I replied, know exactly where this was going.“Well, I hope you won’t think I’m a freak or weird, but I was thinking for a Christmas gift, you could join Robin and I one night. Only if Anna is ok with it, of course,” he added at the end.“Oh I’ll talk to her, but I’m certain she’ll be fine and encourage it. So I’m in!” I exclaimed. We discussed very little detail at that point, and only set the date for Dec. 26th. I was supposed to come by his house that evening. Although I could see my cheeks and back of my thighs grow noticeableredder I cannot say that the whipping was painful. Instead, the steadyforceful thump was quite erotic to feel and to watch and I felt myselfbecoming more and more aroused. The weighted clamps that swung on mynipples hurt far more and that was another erotic pain which onlyaroused. Claire paused, slid her left hand between my thighs and graspedmy rigid erection. She laughed out loud and gleefully announced, "So nowI know my. Idon't think I ever even had a gay thought. So all of this really repulsedme. They would brush up against me so their big fat blackdicks rubbed mybody. They would make constant jokes about me being afaggot.So I had it out with Jamal. I told him I was a singleparent with athirteen year old daughter and in no way gay, and I wantedto quit the club.That mention of my daughter was the biggest mistake of mylife. Jamaldemanded to see a photo of her. Her name is Crissy. After that, all theytalked about.