It would “ruin her relationship and my parents would think she was a slut”. I knew this was true, but saw no other option. I had to tell. She pl...aded, telling me she’d do “anything”. Hmmm…..anything, I thought. No, I can’t have those feelings. Her crying worked and that night as I thought about telling my mom I decided against it. I told myself I would just forget about it and use the incident as blackmail. She could never tell on me for anything again. This would be good. That night,. The thin, high-cut leotard was thick enough not to be transparent, but thin enough that exceedingly wispy, unlined panties would in the Villainess’s future. The backless nature of the leotard meant that bras were not going to be used by the Villainess unless an alternate type of body covering could be found to meet her new tastes.Sydney’s imposed taste for Helen.An uncontrolled laugh escaped the Heroine at the sight of her arch-enemy being humiliated. How she wished that it had been her that. They removed the chains from the shackles on my wrists and ankles, and took the chain to my collar out of the floor ring.That chain they handed to Robert.Robert lead me naked like a dog on a leash to a table. There we had some drinks and snacks. We could see three other white women being fucked by black men.I find that sight so erotic, for white women submitting their soft white bodies to rutting black men.Those women were temporarily shackled as I was on my first visit to the club. I sat there. She looked up at me as I arched above her, ready to begin my assault and touching only where my pike was buried in her. She spasmed. "I can't believe it," she gasped out as I wiggled my hips and slowly withdrew a few inches. "Don't, please don't."Since I had come the first time, although she seemed unaware of it, I was sure I could last a lot longer this coupling so I began very slowly with long and steady withdrawals and fast, deep penetrations, each of which elicited a squeal and a shudder as.