With it she wore thigh high leather leather boots, and a pair of leather gloves. "High Honey" she said. "Do you like what you see?" I could not get th... smile off my face. She told me to go the basement and she would meet me there in a minute. When I got to the basement I saw that she had prepared it for our play time. She had put out a long table and covered it with a black cloth. On the center of the table was a collar, wrist restraints, and coiled up around them was her bullwhip. No other. That would be just too fucking weird.”He thought for a few seconds and said, “There will be plenty of situations where you will be alone with Chuck, Byron, me, and some of the other members. I mean, you could come to our homes, just like you did with me tonight, or we could get together at the flying field or some of our out of town model meets, when we share three or four motel rooms for our club members, with four men in each room. And if your dad finds out and is okay with it, we could have. He gently wrapped the towel around her shoulders and started to dry her. First the arms and back and then around to her breasts which he lovingly cradled as he dried them. The warmth of the towel felt wonderful and he pressed just hard enough to both dry and massage her. This was going to be a great night, she thought. Usually, she was his submissive. Always eager to please and following his wishes. He kept a firm hand but treated her well. It was a wonderful relationship for them both. But. She led me out to the quad where we could sit on one of the planters. "Mike," she started, then paused, a hurt look in her face. "I don't think I can't be your girlfriend anymore." Oh," I said. Now, you must remember, I hadn't exactly gone looking for a girlfriend. So I wasn't exactly broken up over this development. The mistake was not looking broken up. I'd learn. I was about to get a lesson."Don't you have anything to say?" she asked."I'm going to miss being your boyfriend," I said. I.