Oh to know then what I know now, but isn't it always that way? I mean I had these girls that literally would have done anything for me, and I only occ...sionally asked them to dress up for me. As a matter of fact, it was usually when they already had their pantyhose on and I just asked that they leave them on for a while during foreplay. And since it was the 70's and 80's, girls didn't wear skirts or dresses without hose.Also, I have a pretty good sized penis. It's not John Holmes, or even some. I thought through all the pain, they would have subsided in size but no...what were once smallish nipples were now engorged...swollen and red! The cry had been to keep the bitch's nipples raw, red, and sore...so that her dress/blouse would hurt the nipples just touching them. Whoa..did they accomplish their mission! I felt the stares of lots of people! A white bitch in a black neighborhood looking like a whore. For sure...WHITE TRASH! Another sweltering day, too. I had spent the night in a. He would put me in bondage, put wooden clothespins on my nipples, balls and other places for extended periods and give me chores to do. Spank and paddle and even used a switch on my bare bottom a few times. The bondage was fun and exciting. Used ropes to tie me up, hoist me in the garage, etc. Sometimes I was just bad to get punished!! One of my favorites was him tying my hands and feet together while I was blindfolded on my stomach on the couch with him next to me, then make me unbutton. I stripped naked. And then I spent ten minutes folding my clothes, finding my running clothes, and finally getting dressed.Thursday had a different, completely unexpected twist. After my run, I headed down the hallway to the community shower. Each floor of the house had several private bathrooms with a toilet and sink. However the showers were in a separate room that had coed gang showers with four showers. The house used to be a small fraternity, so separate shower facilities were never.