A large iron pot hung over a cookfire glowing in an open hearth. The sound and smell of a bubbling stew reminded her she hadn't eaten in many hours. S...e was suddenly famished.The cook pot was tended by a monk. She had no idea if she'd seen him before because they'd all looked the same in their monkish garb. And since they were unlikely to speak their names, she'd have to supply them. This one she decided was Cookie."So Cookie, can a girl get a bowl of whatever you're making there?"Cookie seemed. " A few..." Nathan watched the intersections whiz by. "Here's Washington." Check." You need to make a right onto Beech and then a left onto Hoyt. It's about halfway down the block on Hoyt. There's a municipal parking lot about a quarter block beyond that." Got it." She turned onto Hoyt and drove past a storefront that had been converted into the club. A neon sign reading Dulce Nota glowed over the door."Park over there," Nathan said, pointing. Iris pulled into the lot and switched off the. His tongue plays circles on my clit, and it's such a relief to be touched. I writhe against the chair, moaning for her. Her hands are me, half caressing and half restraining. His pace increases, teasing, stroking, circling. "Would you like to come for me?" she whispers. Unable to find words, my eyes are fixed on hers, pleading. Her face changes just a fraction but it's a shift from gentle coaxing to a command. In that moment she is our queen. "Come for me now. Come now" Waves of orgasm crash. She has a collar around her neck and a leash attached. He stands her up in front of you. Her body is so pure. Like a new toy. The man pulls her arms straight up. She obeys.He puts strap-like cuffs around both wrists and tells her to stay. She obeys. He pulls over a chain and runs it through the attached rings on her cuffs. He walks over to the wall carefully choosing a flogger. He glanced at you. Almost asking if that was what you want. You slightly grin. You look over at the owner. “Do you.