“I suppose you think I’m going to use you sexually. Let me assure you that I have no intention of ever doing so.”I struggled a bit more, but was...strapped down very securely.“I don’t need your sexual favors, but there are others who do. I have three male guard dogs in dire need of a bitch, and you will be their bitch.”I shook my head as tears ran down my face. I still tried to escape, though I knew it was useless. As I struggled, he got up and went to the door and opened it. I could hear the. ?I need this, sir.?And how true it was! Ric had been amazed the first time his young wife had asked him to spank her. He was a committed feminist, and had always been horrified watching his Bolivian father bossing his mother around. He didn’t want it to be that way in his family.But Zenith had had a past in the BDSM world—she’d been a waitress at the PainCafe, the BDSM-oriented restaurant and hotel in Buttermilk Falls, before getting her degree in physical therapy?she’d had an interesting. "I've decided I'd like to do it here, Carlos," she told him. "If we did it on the ship everybody could be there, and that would be nice, but it would leave them"—she gestured—"out. If we do it here, we can have most of the ship. Provided that you can relax your limitation a little for that, can you?"He rolled his eyes. "I suppose," he said. "John said we need to show them the same trust they have us, and that will be a way to do it. There is a time for caution, but it can be overdone. Yes, you. You ask for a photo of what I'm wearing, and I send you one; asking if you think its okay? You say, "It's perfect," and to, "Have a good night," but you tell me to keep my phone close; you'll be wanting photos and messages about my night. I tell you I will, and I'll talk to you soon, and then, with a "Love you my slut," you're gone.I finish my make up, thick dark eyes with ruby red lips, and head out. Its still early so my friends and I don’t have to line up for long. Inside it's dark and loud,.