Over those next few days, he visited me more often, bringing me small gifts, trying to ease my heartbreak. And now I had puppy love all over again, o...ly this time with that man who had cradled me during my childhood. I felt if I couldn’t have him, that I would cry, I wanted him so. I felt I would burst into tears if I ever found out I could not have him and that he did not want me. Outside of my father, he was the only man who had respected me. And he was absolutely right. I had spent my life,. Swiftly and silently Tom mounted the first eight stairs. With his eyes almost at ceiling level he hunkered down on the eighth stair. Shimmying to the open edge he looked out over ‘The Pink Bar’. From this vantage point the bar area was laid out like a map for Tom. He could see everything from here. A pocket-handkerchief size dance floor with a motley crew of dancers, some were dancing as couples, some to the music and others to a beat in their own head. Further over in the back corner three. Frankly I don’t know what she sees in him. As a Master he is lacking in skill and experience, a common problem. It’s a pity, suzi has so much potential. “Mistress, how can you tell if a man is going to be a good Dominant, a good Master?” “It’s easy if you can see him with another slave. Sometimes you can tell just by the way he carries himself or by the way he looks at you. Sometimes you can tell everything just by a handshake. “Mistress, what’s it like, an S&M Club?” “Oh the clubs can be very. " Like fuck! You are just another faithless whore looking for a bit of strange and expecting some poor sucker to finance it. Well here's the good word for you. If you go out that door with this Tony fucker, you are not coming back in again!"She laughed and adopted her patronizing tone again, "Oh, I couldn't go out anywhere for this, I need to feel comfortable..."She might as well have lit the blue touch paper. "YOU WHAT! You think I'm going to let it happen in our house? Where The Fuck... ? Ah,.