She wanted to be in control of me !!! I sent her a joking email back, saying that girls don’t know how to tie knots and that I wasn’t scared...of her. Actually, the idea of being under her control was a little scary. I didn’t know her that well. I guess I now knew how she had felt when I talked about tying her up. But, it was also exciting to think about although I had always been the one doing the tying rather than the reverse. Besides, I was pretty sure that she had. And to do want to hang, don’t you Creed.” Another thread confirming that admission, dribbled from the horn as he nodded his masochistic affirmation, in dominated obedience, Ella posing with her crop and smiling with contempt at not needing to prompt him with it, while that contempt was matched with the sighs of utter disbelief from the women, at his willingness to humiliate himself. But Constance was not done yet, despite the appointed hour closing in; Nathaniel Creed would be fashionably late,. That bastard sheriff had thrown his Kate in a cell with at least four other nasty looking pieces of work from the saloon for causing a near-riot about some new Mexican whores sent up to keep the cowboys happy at the end of the trail. The problem was mainly because those untrained girls didn’t have a firm grasp of English and seemed to have a propensity to keep repeating the words, “Si!” and “Dinero!” over and over again. Those cowboys understood “Si!” all right but, strangely, they were stuck. I was to meet Brandy at the locker room to borrow her cheerleading outfit. Brandy and I had been flirting some and she relished in the idea of me being a cheerleader for the night. When I saw her she had black stripes under her eyes and was dressed in a jersey for the game. I took her uniform and went to the men's room to change (how weird). While the other guys had skirts made for them, I was going to be in full dress in a real cheerleading uniform.The other guys had filled out bras with.