From this point forward, she was his slave, and he her Master. John stood, arms folded across his chest, a wonderful feeling of sexual power coursing ...hrough him as he assumed the role of Dominator. The trembling body beneath him, shivering slightly from the cold of the Canadian winter that permeated even with the heat blazing, pleased him more than he could have imagined; she was precisely as submissive now as she had been in their countless fantasies together, and he knew that she would be. He's gonna do it, better take his shirt off so we don't mess it up...' Bruce and Charlie pulled my t-shirt up and over my head and tossed it aside. Daniel stepped back and told Bruce and Charlie '...y'all give him some dicks to suck...' I heard the sounds of zippers being undone and closed eyes in shame and fear. When I opened my eyes Bruce was standing in front of me naked from the waste down save his socks. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to his crotch. Bruce took my. It was delightful as we had a dinner thenwent to the movies, which is where he made his move. With his arm aroundmy shoulder he moved closer, then kissed me. Lightly at first, but withpassion after that. Then as we sat in the car in front of my house hestarted kissing me again, making me feel tingly and vulnerable. He wantedme to do other things but I broke away and ran in the house, uncertain ifI could stop if I stayed. He made me feel wanted. He gave me that verylast bit that I needed to be. She climbed out of the chair and stood next to it, wondering if she had the courage to take the next step.The chair was designed for sex. Naturally, to get the most enjoyment out of it, she needed to take her clothes off. She wasn't particularly shy about her body, but sitting naked in the chair seemed like admitting that she wasn't just satisfying her curiosity, but actually using it for pleasure. The whole thing sounded just a little nasty, and she felt like some kind of whore just.