I kept fantasizing about different scenarios with her and me in bed, when suddenly an idea struck me. What I could do, of course, was play a game with...her. A game of control. I could write her a note each day, asking her to wear or do something specific. Anonymously of course. I love the mental side of sub/dom relationships and it would give me great pleasure to control her actions. And there was no risk involved, at least that is what I thought at the time. I called reception and asked for. I was suddenly interested. I liked it, I would look 30 again, and finally a nose that fit my face, no more ski slope. I laughed out loud, ‘That one!’ almost giddy at the idea. ‘Then I will need new breasts.’ I kidded. ‘No reason why not.’ I just looked at him. So here I stood, naked to the waist, one man looking at me in obvious enjoyment, the other drawing on me. The whole thing was unreal, exciting. I felt the marker touch my nipples, he drew a line around each one. I almost fell to my knees,. Around your neck, is cold steel thick prisoner collar with d-rings, closed with heavy steel padlock. Heavy steel chain is attached to collar.Currently you stand bend forward, furiously sucking cunt of a woman who sits in chair with her legs spread and holds your hair, while your pussy is pounded by a man standing behind you and jerking steel leash.“Come-on slut! Don’t stop licking.” The woman says as she pulls your hair and pushes your face deeper into her pussy.“Tighten up slave!” The man says. Is your name really Mabel," I askedLooking down she just nodded.I waited for her to look back up at me before telling her, "It is a cool name, but you may want to use your middle one or make one up just for working here. The people in line with me were jerks. In school I know kids made fun or kids with names that were not like the other kids. Well at least the white kids." They made fun of it at my school too," she said sadly."What is your middle name?"Blushing, she whispered, "Bliss." Wow that.