" He gestured for me to sit before continuing. "I figure, if your going to drive me insane, I might as well enjoy the experience and be around you."I ...now I had the dumbest look on my face. Whatever I'd thought he had to say, it wasn't this."What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, confused."It means that I'd like to be friends, for now." He clasped his hands together and waited."Okay." His eyes lightened and a crooked smile appeared. I picked up my food, ignoring the stares I could feel boring. Both he and his partner in Femdom Slavery, Ron, were in their normal attire — totally naked. Both had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs and shackles that limited their ability to walk on their ankles. Both also had three inch ring gags wedged into their mouths. Both also sported rock hard cocks that were augmented by cock rings that were designed to keep the blood in their organs — thereby insuring an almost permanent hard-on while wearing the device. And, both also had cock leashes. I wanted to see if I could go topless with just an ‘only just there’ bikini bottoms. I put my dress on, packed up and headed for the bikini shop. When I got there I stood outside looking at the mannequins again. The same young woman was in the shop hanging up some bikinis and I saw that she was wearing a different, but just as skimpy, bikini. As I walked in the young woman said,“Don’t tell me, you’re looking for something that covers just the legal bits but hides nothing. My names Mia by the. ‘Yes, and he’s every bit as wonderful as I’d dreamed,’ the shorter woman answered, ‘but you know that, Anne.’ Denise took Anne’s hand and kissed her wrist. ‘Um. I had to remind Stan about a condom. You two ride bareback?’ she asked. ‘Oh, God. I’m sorry, Denise, I never thought. Yes, we do — given our past history, or lack of it, we’re safe, but I should have thought and explained — and so should you, Stan. Little Stan doing the thinking again?’ Stan looked sheepish, and Anne went on, ‘Given.