“You’ll notice my cane never comes close to anyone. I like surprising people, mostly for effect.” He swung it over someone’s head before turni...g towards someone else.“As I’m doing this, consider how you’re feeling. Do my antics lighten your mood, make you feel better, or are you threatened by my actions?”“Mr. Walker, you need to stop immediately,” Melissa said, her tone rising in pitch.Phil paused, considering his audience. “Which of you is scheduled for Ms. Taylor?”A couple hesitant hands. 'Actually, I don't mind being taped' I said with a smile 'but it'd cost alot more than $1000 for that'He headed up the stairs on the right and I followed him across the stageand through the door. We were in a small room with a lighted dressing tableand mirror with a large pitcher of ice water and a glass on it, a chair infront of it, some hooks behind the door, and a free standing screen of tothe side with a toilet and sink behind it.'This room's yours to use' he said 'What's going to happen is. ...trying to...”“Understand me? Know me?”He nodded, “Yes, that's it.”I stood up, “Now you never will.”I walked out slowly. I wanted him to watch me. It was petty, but I wanted to think that he would regret his lost chance. I walked out, not feeling triumphant, but sad. I got him to notice me, but now I wouldn't get more looks from him. A lot of what if's went through my mind; a relationship, bondage, letting myself be me, to spend nights in someone else's bondage, not my own.I was confusing. He rubbed my knee and then moved up to my thigh. For the first time I noticed how excited I was. I mean, really excited. His hand continued its slow trek up my thigh reaching my beautiful hot pink panties (slightly damp by now). My moan was louder this time. This encouraged him to try and slip into my panties. A silent alarm signaled in my head and I had to stop him before things went too far. As slowly as possible I moved to grab his hand and move it from my aching pussy. There’s a word I did.