The club itself was dimly lit, with a bar and various seating areas. The only thing that made it different to any other pub or club I had been in was ... huge centre stage; and on it were various poles and platforms.Mistress undid my leash and collar, ungagged me and I was allowed to stand. “Do as he says, slut. I’ll be back later,” she said, flashing me with one of her rare smiles and leaving me with Mr Gates. I walked backstage with him, passing a gaggle of women crowded around a rail of. She knew me thorough her friend. I was 23 yrs old at that time. She called me to give tuitions as her grades were falling in ninth standard. She was 16yrs old and looked absolutely smashing with her slim figure. She has nice perky smallish tits and a full round curvy ass which would sway left and right whenever she would walk. She was very comfortable with me. Her mother had complete faith in me. Meghna would wear skimpy shorts which would hug her enticing ass and I would simply get aroused. We. Don’t move an inch. That’s a good..Did you move? You moved, didn’t you? Are you sucking on that dick? Is your hand rubbing your clit? Stop it right now! You naughty, little cock-sucking slut! How dare you disobey me during our training session! Now you’re going to be punished.Take off your satin robe, slut. Go get the large hairbrush on the vanity. Now.Get up on the bed on your hands and knees. Pull your panties down to the tops of your stockings. Rub the smooth, hard back of the hairbrush over. " And why don't you go on dates?" My parents don't want me to I guess. And I haven't really found someone I want to date yet." And what would you be looking for in a guy to date?" She stopped walking and gave me a meaningful look."That would be telling, now wouldn't it?" She turned forward and continued walking on the road."I guess it would." I catch up to her."And what about you? Is there a girl back home for you?" No, no significant other to speak of." And why is that?" Turnabout is fair.