She followed Anne as the teacher pulled the leash into the garage. Wanda slid into Anne’s Trans Am, and sat in silence as Anne navigated the car out...of town and onto a small side road. 20 minutes later, Wanda saw the lights of a little bar, and Anne pulled into the parking lot. The neon sign said ‘Strip-O-Rama.’ Anne parked, got out, and took Wanda inside. The bar was dimly lit, like most bars, but Wanda could see enough. They were at a strip club just outside Prove, Utah. Anne led Wanda to a. "OK let the slut go, bitches - we'll package her up and deliver her personally, old man".Mons undid the leather straps tying me down to her bed, tied my hands, then crudely wrote something on my arse in red lipstick.She then fixed a puppy choke chain around my throat attached to an extending dog lead between the legs, to hold the bullet vibrators in place, front and back.She dragged me, with a plastic carrier bag over my head, still naked out onto the flats communal stairway then up the six. While she was dressing up, late Friday evening, he knocked on her door shivering with anticipation. She was already in the dominatrix outfit, a beautiful leather corset, and straps that left her bubble but exposed. She took her whip, locked the door behind him and had him begging on the floor in a matter of minutes.Truth to be told, he wasn’t expecting to be held hostage the whole weekend – he anticipated a nice Friday evening ass worship, maybe a sleepover and a nice breakfast, but whole. “Where can I be?” I ask out loud, as I slip back into sleep. I’m awake, suddenly. An echo returns the click of a latch. Eyes open. Only darkness. I close them, yet it’s no darker. I feel warm. My legs and arms seem bare, but I can feel them, and move them. Damn! Just barely. I’m tied up. His handiwork, again. I am on something soft, like a bed or a cot. Flat on my back, arms overhead, tied together, legs tied together and stretched out straight. Both arms and legs are tied to something else as.