Being debased as a 'Slut' or 'Whore' emphasizes your enslavement to 'Cock', a love of mens pleasure organ, not afraid to take it 'on', and pleasure yo...rself, as well as him.I once came down on a five minutes packed elevator ride, and emerged with a load of semen smeared across my bum. The poor desperate opportunistic fucker had whipped it out, and let it rub up against my cheeks, when I unwittingly, relieved him sexually, two thin layers of cotton from full intercourse.The power of the spoken. She was a collared slave; an owned slut. Her body hummed with excitement!She opened the second box. It was a lovely silver necklace with a Celtic looking infinity knot.“You will wear this necklace always. It is meant to be a discreet collar. You will wear it so that you are always cognizant of the fact that you belong to me; you are my collared slut, my property, mine,” he said, emphasizing each word to drive the point home.“It’s beautiful,” Emmy said. “Thank you, Sir. I will wear both collars. She was talland her long curly hair still cascaded down her back."Can I buy you a drink?" I asked walking up and smiling.She smiled up at me, "Sure, a real rum and coke would be nice insteadof what the bartender usually serves for one." So did you sort out your problem?" I asked sitting down after handingher a drink. I'd watched the barman to make sure he actually poured ruminto the glass.She was initially hostile to my question."Sorry I didn't want to offend you particularly as I am curious. Richard Baldwin grasped the pointed priming iron tighter in his sweating hand, and glanced nervously at me. I winked, and he gave a short lived, thin lipped smile in return.I watched Huntley like a hawk. Our plan called for me to create a diversion just as Huntley was about to give the order to load. He was watching the approaching marchers intently and licking his lips nervously. He saw the head of column slowing at the bridge, causing the following marchers to crowd in behind. The column of.