Walking back to her audience, she bowed, then stood in front of Rene. "May I have the use of your property?" asked Janet. "Of course. You may use wh...tever means you desire," said Rene. Janet walked back over to Myra. Her fingertips touched the girl's trembling skin, feeling the new welts as she traced their paths on her skin. She could almost smell the fear that this girl radiated, bound in her prison of steel and leather. Janet slowly unbuckled the ballgag, and it had been tightened. For as long as I could remember I had fantasized about being forced to serve a dominant man, suck his cock, be degraded and humiliated; basically I wanted to be treated like nothing more than a cum slut used for a real mans pleasure. Recently I had found a site that allowed you to post ads searching for other guys who were into the same thing I was into. I posted an ad saying that I was a younger (26) submissive guy looking to be dominated by a larger, older man. I also added that I was about. It was making me crazy. My own juices were flowing.My nipples were painfully erect against the thin material as I figured Iwas about to make my next move. Easing my hand onto my unclad leg, Ibegan to stroke my inner thighs slowly for him to see. Moments later, he watched as my fingers brushed between the moistened thick lips and teased playfully around my fully visible clit.Looking into the rear view mirror, I could see his eyes following theslow motion of my fingers. The growing erection on. Passion had given way to desperation and Jenny was the first to notice. One day, she told me that we needed to stop until I’d sorted out my feelings. I knew that I loved her but the hole left by Withers was so deep that I could barely function. I saw him every day but I ceased my usual evening visit to the forge. I didn’t want to go anywhere near him. He looked at me with sad eyes and the realization that our lives would never be the same. I resigned myself to the fact that it was time for me.