Then i noticed the collar. should i take it off? then again, what's the use of a collar if there's no chain. my mind went to a chain that clara had l...ft her friends dog when they went on holiday. taking the chain, i put the head in the loop, and checked myself in the mirror. tina had written slut on my forehead, and fuck on my cheeks, with arrows pointing to my mouth. no wonder the gas guy had taken me like a whore. so there i stood, my face decorated like a pornstar, and a leash dangling from. . Are we to go back to this restaurant ? Food for thought.A narrow back alley. A mere hole in the wall to keep you away from the leather boots and the madness. You took care of each other, with caresses and hugs and kind words. You opened our eyes and looked. The suit was in pieces, the gown ruined, the decolleté a cascade of tears and cold sweat.You felt hideous and terrified. How could you not kiss?Your lips locked together. Exalted. Avid.The wall you fell against scratched with old chalk the. I even took a quick bath. I put on my clean set of clothes and spruced them up a little, now I knew how.I tightened the waist on the pants and lengthened them a little with the excess material. Then I trimmed some of the excesses out of the shirt by tightening the weave and trimming the material. It looked a higher quality of material now and a better cut.I was going to have to teach these people about better buttons and button holes. If an item had a form of buttons, they used loops. I wasn’t. Naked in my bedroom I had stood before the full length mirror on my wardrobe door and studied the stripes on my buttocks, squeezing and kneading my flesh to enjoy the soreness which had quickly replaced the initial agony.What I couldn't come to terms with though, was the embarrassment of the erection I'd displayed to Miss Bush. This woman with whom I'd become so besotted had caned me naked and I'd had a bloody erection right in front of her! What on earth must she have thought of me and who had.