The stranger leans over, wraps his hand with her hair and drags her to her feet.“ That's all the punishment you will be getting on this occasion. I ...ave a couple of things I have been asked to do before I leave you”He puts a hand in his pocket and pulls out a thick black marker pen, he then writes “ OWNED SLAVE” across her tits and “ PROPERTY OF TAWSEMASTER “ on her stomach “ MASTERS CUNT “ above her cunt.Reaching into his backpack once again he brings out a tangle of leather straps.“ This is. I thought we had a good rapport with you and why have you made my friend dress like that?” Swan pointed at Lovejoy.“Cause she’s a slut, so no sense in hiding it, that is what she is,” Banister replied.“I’m quite sure you didn’t get me out of bed this early and have me travel all the way here, just to tell me that, so what is it you really want Banister?”“It will all be explained in a bit, but for right now. I want your ass in that chair, pronto bitch.” He snarled. “I don’t know what this all. I wanted those strong, toned muscles around my neck. We were enjoying our second mug when I remarked how much I liked her shorts“These things? You can get them at the bookstore. I like them because they are loose fitting.” She pulled the waistband and let is snap back. I wasn’t sure, but I think I just glimpsed black panties. It was my turn to stumble, “I just love how silky they are.” She said, “Do you want to try them on? I think they would look good on you.” Now I was in full stutter. Jeanne looked at me curiously, before glancing to the bridesmaid, and asked, ‘Any particular reason?’ ‘It’s a wedding. People are dancing. Do I really need a reason?’ The way she was staring at me, I half-expected her to decline. But to my surprise, Jean sighed, saying, ‘Come on, then.’ It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how.