Usually, it was Master and Slave. He would sometimes start by tying me up on the bed; he’d secure my wrists tightly to the bedposts, with no room to...wriggle free. Sometimes he would bind my hands together, behind my back or in front of me. He’d take his time over disabling my ankles, watching me squirm with delight as he pulled harder on the ropes. At times he would tease me slowly and gently with the various objects he was using on me.My pussy would slowly start to get wet as he experimented. I get the idea that he doesn't really want me to come. Do you?"She gave me a warm smile and said, "Yes, Jimmy, I do. Please come."I handed her my jacket as I told her, "Sure, I'd like to come."She looked at my jacket in her hand, instinctively taking it when I'd handed it to her. Puzzled, she held it up with a question in her eyes.She hadn't noticed her blouse so I waved my hand at her, "So you can cover up - you can give it back to me tomorrow night."She glanced down at her now "see-through. He stood in front of the high tables they have in coffee shops by the windows staring out at the rest of the world as it went by at different paces for different people. It was the epitome of different strokes for different folks. Most coffee shops played music throughout the day, in fact an annoying feature of shops across our globalised world is that they had mistaken our love of music and our love of whatever physical product they were forcing down our throats in store, for an excuse to. Paulina crossed the room to me holding out her hands. “Thank you for allowing me to join you tonight. I have been so excited about being here and learning about you and your customs.”“We’re thrilled to have you join us, Paulina. I hope you take something away with you that will be beneficial to you as you go through life. But always remember that people are different. Not bad, but different.”I pulled out one of the chairs to the center of the room and asked Paulina to be seated. Once she sat, I.