Or, he might have just been happy to have somewhere to dance where people wouldn’t be afraid that getting a little bit of sweat on them from someone...fresh off the boat from Africa might give them AIDS.She danced and she drank and she flirted. A lot of the girls here were models Connie had worked with and she recognized some of the men from the fashion business as well. She recognized other people as well - local politicians and someone she was pretty sure was on the New York Yankees. But, there. "Sir, when I first came here you said that my clothing was not appropriate and asked me to remove it." This was true. Nicola had worn nothing except her restraints since her arrival. "I wondered if I was to continue to remain naked or if, at some point in the future, I was to be introduced to clothing that would be considered appropriate for my role." Nicola spoke quietly continuing to look at the floor.I was pleased. She had spoken respectfully and her question showed that she was beginning to. She began rubbing up and down on the stone. It clawed at her back, made her even more acutely aware of where she was. It didn't matter. She felt the inner urges building up to even greater levels inside her. She wanted something other than her fingers up her twat. She knew she wasn't going to get them. She had to get off on her own. Fingers sought out her clit. The little nubbin of erectile flesh was throbbing. It had already popped out of its sheath of protective skin and was begging to be. They knew why we were there...I had disobeyed Daddy. Silently, Daddy positioned me on display in front of these strangers and stripped me - leaving me only in thigh high stockings and heels. He pushed me down to kneel, blindfolded me, and wrapped my collar tightly around my throat. He attached a leash and dragged me around for everyone to see. I do love being led by my Daddy - even when He’s upset with me.I could hear people whispering to each other about how I’ve displeased my Daddy once.