I need to get out of here and away from this guy lest I try to choke him with my bare hands (and fail again miserably like I did last time) or, worse,...break out in tears.I barely even feel the colder air in the main room. Barefooted and mostly naked, I power-walk through the place, pick up my garment on my way and hold it to my body like a towel – it immediately starts to grab at my skin a little, trying weakly to wrap me up and re-knit itself – and then stomp out the main door, which Bane left. Now up until this point I've had a few rounds with girls and I was definitely walking the roads leading far astray from virginity. In fact, it was very safe to say that during that time in my adolescence, I considered myself quite experienced and thought quite highly of my sexual ability, and my appearance. I was a jock, through and through. I was relatively tall at six feet and I had a body that would enlarge the ego of any man: thick biceps, six pack, chiseled to the max. Couple that with. This handbag was not one she used in public it was where she kept her prized leather cuffs and panel gag.Since before she had left the show Victorious Ariana knew she was a total submissive and loved to be bound so had became quite the expert in how to bind herself so she could escape quickly if needed but still get to feel like she was helpless.For some reason today using her cuffs and gag would not be enough. no she had to go further. Ariana quickly stripped out of her outfit she had be. He only wore a rawhide vest over an extremely refined upper body and loose pants that couldn't hide the power of legs either. He had a fierce look of power but somehow didn't display any authority. John could imagine him standing calmly, punching a hole in a stone wall on command, and being at peace the next second. The last two were surprising. One was a human girl, just coming into her prime. She was clearly shy and unsure of her role. Next to her was the biggest surprise. Next to her,.