That place is a very special club for dominate men only. Some of the men there consider themselves masters and they have slaves, some have both male a...d female slaves.”I asked. When you say slaves, you’re speaking metaphorically right?”He addressed me and said. “No. These are real slaves. They are men and women who are owned by these men in the real sense of the word. I was taking a big risk taking a novice there. That man who gave you the gift could destroy me socially and professionally, but. "When everyone was sitting down Robin's dad said that he had talked to his wife and my parents. With my parents consent, he told us that tonight there would be some changes in the sleeping arrangements.Seeing our smiles he continued, "Robert and Patrick will sleep in one bed in his room with Roberta and Patricia in the bed in her room... Jason, you will be sleeping in your bed," and then he paused before continuing," but Amanda will sleep on the couch tonight. Since last night Jason slept on. .. the surprise now the next to go."Save my middle until the last," I urged, delaying the surprise... for better or worse... as long as I could."Hmmmm, you want me to save the best for last," he teased, as he obediently moved to my legs and unwrapped them. "You really used a lot of wrapping paper, sweetheart." It's not easy wrapping yourself," I pointed out."I imagine," he laughed, before adding, "these are new." You like?" I asked, as he checked out my boots."Very much," he replied."They're my. It'll be our secret. And trust me, you'llenjoy this as much as I will. Now goodnight."That night I couldn't sleep. The satin of the nighty combined by thethoughts of what was in store for me from the next day kept me up allnight. I tossed and turned, with my anklets jingling. I masturbated somuch that my hand hurt.Next morning, I got up and made tea for Sarah and took it to her room ona tray. She smiled when she saw me in the nighty. "Oh my, you look sofeminine. Show me your pretty feet."I.