I don’t know how to explain what it was, but she was looking around the place as though searching for someone. Suddenly she rose, saying she was goi...g for a drink. I was a little surprised, seeing as we still had half a bottle of wine in front of us, the place had waitress service, and she’d left her bag on the table. When she did come back she had no drink with her – just a grin, which went almost no way to making me feel better. However, the bikini-ed waitress came back and was carrying a. A hidden hinge and a secure snap closure made it obvious to those in the life style that this was a submissive/slave collar. What had especiallyattracted me to it was the acid etching work on its outside. The neck collar had to be at least three quarters of an inch wide and was a heavy weight of silver. The etched relief art work on the collar was that of a woman lying down on her back with her head propped up on the hand at the end of an arm which had its elbow where the floor would be and. ”“Not quite the only one.” Owen said thinking of Frieda.“Right, he’s gotta bend your skanky ass over sooner or later.” Darlene scowled at Janice.“Ha!” Janice laughed. “She’s trying to steal me from you.”“Maybe not?” Tamara shook her head after being the subject of Janice’s accusation. Her eyelids weren’t as tight but she refused to face the room. “Maybe I don’t dislike you?”“What?” Elizabeth said. “You mean, those sluts are here because I hate them! It is all my fault.”“It’s your success.” Owen. “His approach to rope bondage isn’t sexual. Or, might I add, as perverted and twisted as yours. It’s designed to be therapeutic and artistic. I happen to find it endearing that he’s a sensitive soul,” she countered.I chuckled, “Right, and by endearing and sensitive you surely mean that his fake crying as he gropes unsuspecting women whilst attempting to tie them isn’t sexual in the least to him. Rope bondage is all about sex. Yes, sex can be therapeutic at times; there is irrefutable scientific.