My hands naturally ran down her back to her hips, she let out a light moan as I signed and gently rubbed them. Light moans escaped both of us. There w...s no trace left in me of the hurt and anger I had for her earlier, that had been taken over by lust and passion. As our hands explored one another, our breathing got heavier and I could feel my excitement building up. I briefly lifted her top and let my hands slip under it while heading for her luscious breasts. Before I knew it, we were both. I would ask her, and when I say ask, I mean order her.. but a true gentleman does not need to give orders, he asks, she obeys. I digress.I would ask her to dress up for me. Shoes with high heels, black thong panties, matching bra, some nylon stockings, maybe even some garter belt. Short, tight skirt and blouse or corset, to wrap her body up.She would have to wear full make up, lipstick, mascara.. not because she is not pretty without it, but because I love seeing ruined make-up from all the. I much preferred the thought of immersion in a Victorian scenario with females trained to obey and heed male instructions and they generally grew more submissive as the carnal heat was turned up a notch in a private nocturnal setting.The simple truth was that I was attracted to “bad” girls with little care for male orders or acting in a proper manner when left to their own devices.Once a prior time female was shed of her restrictive corset and the multiple undergarments that society required, I. She approached the lobby and introduced herself to the woman behind the lobby, after which she was asked by the same woman to take a seat. There were several other girls and women sitting in the waiting room, ranging from Japanese to Caucasian.After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curtain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was.