I moved over to the chair in the bedroom and pulled my ass cheeks apart - telling her to give me a rim job something good.As she did I played with her...hair. All this while I watched her two sisters dyke it out - I began to grunt - and must have done so loudly because both Lori and Sandy stopped and looked at their little sister eating my ass. they came over and gave her relief. As she moved away I took the noose and tightened it up again - using the one end of the belt to smack her on the ass -. This isn't right, came the thought. What am I going to do? It was Ms. Dailey suggesting it though, and I did trust her. It was just a little thing, designed to force me to get over some of my oversensitivity. "Now," she added. It was almost like an order. I stood, looking down at her momentarily, then turned. I wondered if I should make a joke of it, wagging my tail. And it seemed while I wondered the opportunity had passed right about when I convinced myself it would be perfectly within reason. ‘Tell me what I want to hear,’ he said, his voice deep and gently vibrant. My mind flashed to a conversation not so long ago. I heard the echo of him, his voice steely and determined. . . . You’re mine, you belong to me, I own you… you will admit it. ‘I belong to you, sir,’ I said diffidently, slowly feeling my way through this new and completely unknown territory. He hummed deep in his chest, still smiling down at me. ‘Tell me, private.’ ‘You own me, sir,’ I said, even more softly than before.. Roni described this place as a "meat market" earlier in the night and upon walking in, I concurred. A large percentage of the folks around the bar were from Roni's gym. Along with Sue and Dave we started talking to two single black guys both good looking, both around 6'2" and in great shape. Obviously there to be a couple of bulls for some lucky couple. As the night rolled on everyone was drinking and having a great time. At the stoke of midnight we rang in the new year with some shared kisses.