Built in the old California-Spanish style of the mid-eighteenth century, the stark-white walls and red-tiled floors were the perfect setting for the g...y, colorful modern furniture and paintings that Max preferred. The sleekly-dressed, obviously sophisticated people milling from room to room in the lavishly-adorned house seemed just as carefully chosen for decoration as the furniture. Kathy was still not certain just why she and Henry had to go to this cocktail party, especially after all they. " Wendy you are now my slut unless you want me to show your husband these pictures. Is that clear?" Yes, sir." Then go take your fucking panties off, slut!," Mark growled."I'm sorry sir but I can't do that." Why?" Because I didn't wear any today, sir" I said as I smiled up at him.Mark quickly asked for the check, paid it and we left in his car. Mark acted normally, discussing life, as he drove. He clearly had a destination in mind but he never mentioned it. It was clear that he was using these. " Of course, I won't tell them," I said, "but, I know what you mean, it is pretty hot."She seemed to sigh a little sigh of relief, her fingers un-clenching her collar slightly."Have you ever done it?" she asked."Yeah," I smiled, "a little bit of bondage is awesome."She seemed even more relieved, so I decided to probe a little further."So, what else are you into? Spanking? Blindfolds?" I said.Suddenly her fingers gripped her collar even tighter than they had before. She breathed heavily, and her. She looked like someone who knew what she wanted as opposed to the real me who is too shy to take what I want. I used the restroom and ran cold water over my wrists to try to calm down. I was looking down when I pulled the door open so I almost walked into the body standing in the doorframe.I looked up in shock when I realized the person blocking my way was the very man who had occupied my thoughts as I looked in the mirror. He gave a tight smile and began backing me into the bathroom. I let go.