The movie began with a cop pulling over a guy and instead of ticketing him, offered to let him go if he would give the cop a blow job, the acting suck...d and the plot & script was so bad it was almost humorous, but I had never seen anything like it before and the raw sex was making me so hot I could hardly stand it. I was transfixed on it and wondering too if my hard-on was as obvious to my uncle as it felt. I was certain he could see my throbbing cock bulging out of my pajamas and through my. Where did you get it?” She looks straight at me, fearful of what I might say. “It was a gift from my previous mistress.” She looked away again, thinking I'd be angry that I wasn't her first one. She didn't know that it was because of this collar that I'd done this. I reached over pulling her face back to look at me. “It's ok my pet.” I kissed her again while continuing to stroke her cheek, “And who is your mistress now?” She smiled seeing that I wasn't angry with her. “You are mistress, only. As the evening progressed it became apparent that Joyce knew a little bit about all of the locals there. She’d tell me something about one of the guitar players or point out a couple that owned a local store and whatnot. She told me that her husband had passed away a few years before so she enjoyed getting out and meeting people. I told her that I was on a motorcycle trip and she asked if I was tenting it and I told no, that I had a camper I pulled with my motorcycle. She was fascinated by. I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were she was satisfied I was subdued, she led.