” Her words echoed around my head as she went to the wardrobe. She opened the door just enough so she could get her things without me seeing. Turnin... to me, she held the items behind her back and kicked the door closed. “My little slut needs to learn to be obedient,” she taunted as she pulled rope and a strap on from behind her. I couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated but at the same time intrigued as she came closer. “Give me your hands slut,” she ordered. “Yes mistress,” I replied as I. I just cried and my face become red.He came near me and wiped my tears and said “honey please don’t make to do like this again. Just obey me and you will enjoy this.” I simply nodded and I told him that I will wear the dress.He then told me to take nice bath and do some make up and get ready. I went to the bathroom to take bath and I came to the room to wear the dress. I came out in towel wrapping my body. When I saw in mirror I got stunned as I saw a tattoo written bitch in some Chinese font. But why didn't you say anything to her?" What do you think that poem was about?" I asked her."Oh, shit," she said and covered her mouth. "You asked her to go out with you. She said yes and then went out with someone else."Her eyes went wide as she replayed the lyrics in her head."She lied to you about it," she said incredulously. "She did, didn't she?" She told me she was grounded," I replied. "We were supposed to go to the carnival. Instead she canceled and went to the movies with another guy.. Both were black African around twenty years old… tall around 6feet 4 and very muscular… they had eyes like coal and chiseled body. They were very hot to watch, very eye candies… yet their number and closeness during the numbers made them look gay….However I noticed they were looking at my silky smooth legs, from time to time. And I teased them by folding and unfolding my legs which were bared a lot cause of my short flowery Gucci dress….After the show I went to the hotel, where I sat at the bar.