Then he would leave for awhile. I'd have a drink. Maybe somebody would ask me to dance. Then my husband would come in and, acting like a stranger, pic... me up. We did that once before at a regular bar and I loved it. Guys hit on me for about an hour before my husband showed up. He watched me dance for awhile before he made his move. He told me that he loved watching me dance with other men.Okay. I'm left in the club by myself. I'm sitting at a table for 4 people with just me. A couple came over. At this point I started wondering what other tricks she had! She ran another length of rope through the right wrist cuff, then the left ankle cuff, then the right ankle cuff and finally the cuff on my left wrist. I was having a tough time imagining what she was doing until she started pulling on the rope and I realized she had a knot at the first wrist and was just drawing my hands and wrist back together behind the wood bar. Basically she had me hog tied before I even knew what was. "That's certainly good to hear. Would it be possible for Ms. Gilmore to join us for the remainder of this meeting?" I certainly don't see why not," he stated as he picked up the phone.A few moments later we were joined by a 26 year old, pink cheeked, fresh out of school, Program counselor. With one look I pegged her as a first time, on the job training, admin person. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.She greeted me warmly with a handshake and then seated herself laying some folders on the. "No offense, but... I find that very hard to believe. I mean, mind control? Stopping time? Reading thoughts? Changing my appearance? Those things exist only in fiction!" Oh? Is that so? Why are you naked, then?" What? I'm not-" The words died in Sara's mouth as she looked at herself and saw that she was indeed naked, her clothes on the floor next to her. "What the-" Something wrong, my dear?" The woman asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in her voice. Sara looked at her... and blinked.