"Please, can't we stay home tonight?" I walked back to her and looked deep into her eyes. "No," I said simply and quietly. She looked back at me and s...owly lowered her eyes. I walked to the car and climbed in. Prior to tonight I had always opened the car door for her. I waited and watched her walking around the car holding the sides of her shirt together in the wind. The door opened and she climbed inside.I drove quickly to the club. I chose one we had been to before but not one we had been to. And my friend owes his change to his pack leader, a Human."Again, ET paused as excited utterances erupted from those assembled."It struck me that it is a microcosm of the Alliance where all work together for the good of all and the day is coming when all creature of Human Earth can join their strength together with ours for the good of all of the Alliance.The reason I say that day is coming, we have an extremely diverse eco-system with multitudes of life forms, some of which we haven't been. I am the BDSM queen of LLa Land: fabulously rich and successful, fabulously versed in the ways of bondage and submission. In fact, fabulously everything.I opened the House of Mischief in a dilapidated gothic mansion outside town some 10 years ago when I was just 30 years old and have been catering to the warped desires of the gentlefolk of this town – male and female, transgirls too – ever since.I try to employ smart, sensible girls as my assistants, but inevitably d**gs or boyfriends or just. Then again, he had always been that way and he certainly had no intention of changing now unless forced to by official decree or circumstances beyond his control.After the fiasco with his mother's dinner party again, he led Arnold back to the apartment and took great pleasure in baring his nicely rounded ass cheeks by pulling down the French silk undies he bought for him in Victoria's Secret. Sliding into Arnold was like squeezing inside a familiar velvet glove. When he started to buck like.