Let's really get to know each other!

[Barton]

I am creativly financing the deal. When you do that it sometimes takes a little while to pull the deal off. Also if we do not like the property we can cancel the deal.

As it turns out the property will be the perfect playground for us. We liked what we saw and are proceeding with the deal. It should be ours soon!

[orchidsoul]

orchidsoul,

Thank you so much for sharing. Loved your style and how you handled your partner.

* yuck on the hair in mouth - but what a reminder! *

Loved the ending -- hardcore fucking -- great wording.

Looking forward to your next adventure(s),

Ruby

Thank you so much Ruby. I love this thread and the sharing of everyones experiences. Hopefully the next one I'll be able to share is more along the lines of your hot encounter

[Hunter]

Thanks for sharing your sessions ladies. I'm getting some interesting ideas from this thread.

[MsTerry]

While I have no real life stories of my own being a 24 year old virgin - I just wanted to express how much I appreciate reading these stories so I can live vicariously through you and not feel guilty. And I will one day have a very happy Master from all I am learning from this site. Thanks again.

[Katmandu]

I finally had my first caning the other day. Since, being the pain-slut that I am, I had always been curious about that type of pain, so Master finally decided to let me try it...

First I was instructed to take a warm, relaxing, hot shower. Before I completely finished, Master B. came into the bathroom and secured my wrists with cuffs, and clipping the 2 together, attached a rope to them and strung my arms up overhead to a hook we have in the shower ceiling.
(It's a LARGE red hook, and we have one in the bedroom ceiling, also. Like people can't guess what they're for! I HATE them!)

First He put a blindfold over my eyes, and a ball gag in my mouth to stifle the noise. You always know you're in trouble when that gag comes out. Not that it really stifles much sound, though. (We really need a thread about 'silencers' ...)He kept the water running to also mask my screams. I knew it was going to be something severe, then!

I had been severely paddled the previous day, so my butt was still tender. We had also started a several-day-long tit torture session the previous night, so my sensitive parts were already...well, um, sensitive.

Master started out slow, having me face away from Him, as he struck my behind with a long cane pole we found at an art/ craft store. He struck me rapidly, and repeatedly on one cheek, then the other. His strokes weren't that hard, but enough! Especially since He continued at it for awhile. Every once in a while, He would come forth with a more severe swing, then stop for a few seconds while the pain sunk in.

When my cheeks were a bit raw and rosy, He bade me turn around, so He could come from a different direction. Now, my thighs were getting whapped. After ordering me to turn again, my inner thighs were His target! This was beyound pain! To tone it down some, Master tapped my breasts with the cane. (My breasts aren't that sensitive, normally, so YES!, that was toning it down.)

One thing about caning, the pain comes, stays awhile, then fades to nothing. Sure, the welts are sensitive to the touch, but even they fade within a few hours. I realize that Master Barton wasn't hitting all that hard, being as it was his first try at this also.

This continued, with me turning on command, squirming and squealing (I may be a pain-slut, but I'm a BIG baby while going through it! HeeHee) until either He thought I was done, or He was tired. I'm not sure which. After letting me down and turning off the water, Master had me stand bent over the sink while he proceeded to paddle my backside. I guess that was so the pain would sink in and stay with me awhile. However, this made me angry, and I made the mistake of glaring at Him! Nothing pisses him off more than that!

Next thing I knew, I was tied to the foot of my bed, bent slightly backwards. That is the one thing I cannot stand, for I always imagine that I can't breath. THAT, is my biggest fear. (By the way, pictures of this are posted in the picture Forum) After leaving me in that position until I was a quivering, blubbering, contrite, submissive, wreck, Master B. let me loose, with the admonition that I need and beg him to try harsher things, and I should accept what we do without anger at him, and resentment for being the sub. (This is also something I have been fighting lately, which is why we decided it was time to step up my submissive training.....to help me learn to keep the proper frame of mind.)

Well, of course, TLC ensued at that point, and we went to bed, me handcuffed to the headboard, stretched out so Master could lay next to me and tenderly cuddle with me throughout the night.....

[smartass kitten]

you are really summin, Kats.

(This is also something I have been fighting lately, which is why we decided it was time to step up my submissive training.....to help me learn to keep the proper frame of mind.)

Just out of curiosity, do you find that it's working at all?

Cuz i was wondering if the mindset is something you have, or something you can keep. if you know what i mean.

[Katmandu]

NO! I'm not sure where the submissive desire comes from. I've been extremely dominant all my life. A "pushy" broad, so to say. All I know, is that :

1) Master Barton is definitely 'more man than me'. (I've always been so agressive, that I swore I wouldn't be with a man other than for a quick lay until I found one 'more man than me') :smackbum:

2) I really get off on both pain, and having all 'control' of myself being taken away and used by someone else.

3) My mental state, being as I've agreed to be His sub, is something I have to constantly fight. (I instinctively try to dominate in an adverse situation) :-[

4) As such, I need constant reminders of who I am (His slave), and my position in our life together (His submissive). :help:

5) HeeHee, As "strong" as I am as a person, I'm obviously very weak when it comes to maintaining my (submissive) status in life.

[wannabeXopsed]

Kat,

I love your experience and now it puts together the pictures Barton posted, I could feel how the whole scene was put together.

I feel like that is what I am looking for also. a "more man than me" I always thought I had to be aggressive, better, smarter and tougher to prove I am a strong woman with desires but that I can also submit. It just goes to show, that I might be right and continue to search to be all of it wrapped in a nice package, and will be able to serve as you do, with the reminders of who's "more man than me"

Thanks for sharing
T

[craftygirl]

Last night I went to the clubhouse for the Saturday night play party -- as I usually do. I've been a member of this group for a little over a month now, and I've been going and watching people play, and socializing, and having a really good time. But you know, watching is one thing .......... and I wanted to play.

There's one lady who is one of the core members of the group. I've watched her play with probably a dozen people, and I decided that I wanted her to give me my first flogging. So when we were in the kitchen last night and she looked at me and said "you're not playing", instead of smiling and making an excuse I said "Are you busy?"

*grin*

So we went back out to the main room of the dungeon, and I stripped down (to my thong! IN FRONT OF A BUNCH OF PEOPLE! Yay me) and she got out her suspension cuffs and I got my arms clipped in to the St. Andrews' Cross. The thing about D is, that's kind of her corner of the dungeon and when she plays, it's front and center. So here I am, practically naked, head resting in the x of the cross, arms up, and I start giggling.

She rubbed my back a little bit, and told me what she was going to be using ..... though, sorry folks I forgot the first toy she hit me with. But she would get a few gentle strokes in, and wait til I'd just gotten relaxed, then WHACK! WHACK! and I'd jump and squirm a little .... then she'd go back to lighter strokes, or come up and rub the area she'd just hit. I remember focusing on keeping my head down and BREATHING. Breathe breathe breathe. Of course, on those big whacks it was easier to remember because I would gasp in hard. *chuckle*

After a few minutes with the first toy, she changed to a Dragon's Tongue. She was talking to me, telling me about each toy and what it could do -- and then she showed me! The dragon's tongue was neat because it stung a little bit more than the first one, and I liked feeling the way different types of leather hit.

After a while with the Dragon's Tongue she changed again to a kangaroo cat, and oh I think that was my favorite. By this point, she was making nice criss cross v's across my shoulders and I was gasping a lot but enjoying every second of it. stroke.....stroke...... POP! POP! Very yummy stuff.

After she got my shoulders and upper back nice and red with the cat, she switched to what we call the evil bunny flogger. It's just soft rabbit fur, and it felt sooooooooooooooooo nice after the cat. Just soft and snuggly, almost like being hugged. I could tell by the sound that she was taking big full arm swings with it, but it isn't something that can really hurt even like that.

She and a friend took me down from the cross, and I guess it was about 15-20 minutes overall maybe that I was up there. But when I sat down, I noticed that I was pretty well gone and slurring. The only time I've ever slurred like that was after really really good sex........ LOL! So she sat me down and snuggled me a little bit, and had someone bring me some water and let me come back to the world. Then before I got completely dressed, she suggested I go out to the ladies' room and look at my back, so I went out to the front entrance (topless!) and looked ................. mmm pretty red. Nice x marks.

Anyway I cleaned off the cross and got dressed and got a snack after. I am so proud of myself for stepping up! My shoulders are still warm this morning, and I'm still in a happy bouncy mood. *giggle*

Kind of tame compared to others, I suppose, but WONDERFUL for me.

[Barton]

Not tame at all. In fact an involved scene. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Ruby]

Kats and Craftygirl - Thank you so much. As I read your stories, I wondered if I could have handled either session with as much grace as either of you.

I am not a pain-slut in real life. Little bits of spanking/whipping are exciting to me and get me off, but when we move into the big owie pains, we stop. Reading about it is a huge turn on, yet I think the "the evil bunny flogger" is more my style. (My Master T isn't into pain, though he's very good at torturing me with too much pleasure. A different kind of pain to be sure.)

Kats, you might argue that you glared. Well glaring would be the least of it for me at this stage of my submission to T. You didn't use your "safe words/signals" and you let him punish you for your mistake. Pretty darn impressive and it sounds like you were more in the sub state of mind that you give yourself credit for achieving.

Craftygirl, it sounds like the session was wonderful and the before, during and aftercare excellent. Tame? Well if you believe the stories in the BDSM library, yeah. In real life, quite wild and exciting.

Thanks to everyone who gives us these detailed insights into your lives. One of the best things about this lifestyle is that there are so many flavors and types of experiences to have and share. It might be awhile before I can convince Master T to give me my fantasy flogging, but I can enjoy the sessions vicariously through these forums. So can you. Who's next?

[craftygirl]

Craftygirl, it sounds like the session was wonderful and the before, during and aftercare excellent. Tame? Well if you believe the stories in the BDSM library, yeah. In real life, quite wild and exciting.

It was exciting for me, and that's all I care about truly. And yes, I felt very well taken care of the entire time. That's one of the things I really like about this group, that everyone involved in the scenes is very attentive to taking care of the players. And often, other people who weren't involved in the scenes will provide a little snuggle, a bottle of water, and whatever else is needed. We've even had discussions in the email group where someone will publicly thank someone else for a scene, and a few folks will ask how they are doing the next day. The whole atmosphere is very open and caring, and I really enjoy that.

Oh oh one of the other super neat things about this ....... D has been in the scene for quite some time, and she knows that I'm new to it, so she really took an educational approach to the session we had. When she was telling me about each different whip, it was partially a tease to what was coming, but also a lesson on different types and how they hit and what they do. Very very nice, I thought.

I'm so doing this again next week ..........................

[Caitlin]

These stories are a great eye opener for the novice. They are hot to read too. I am so wanting to try this lifestyle. Although my hubby is a he man, so to speak, he is not into hurting women, which is ashame, because I think I could be quite responsive as a sub. If anything does happen, I'll post it here and share with you.

Thanks

Caitlin

[Barton]

Unless a dom is purely a sadist, it is also about giving a sub/slave what they want and need. Pain is a tool.

[slavelucy]

Wow Kats! The cane...BIG respect.

Thanks for recounting that, it was GREAT!

Oh, and a big thanks for this line....

(I may be a pain-slut, but I'm a BIG baby while going through it! HeeHee)

SO glad it's not just me!

Love to you and Barton and congrats on a great scene.

sl x

[Katmandu]

CraftyGirl~WOW! Sorry, hon, that really WAS a heavy scene. You got flogged in public, in front of many people. I don't think I could do that.

Yikes! Lucy, you too? I thought I was just being a wimp. You know: "The mind is willing, but the body is weak".

[slavelucy]

Kind of tame compared to others, I suppose, but WONDERFUL for me.

Tame?! infront of people?? No way, it's great!! And the way you tell of taking it was sort of..personal and lovely, thanks for sharing it!

Yikes! Lucy, you too? I thought I was just being a wimp. You know: "The mind is willing, but the body is weak".

ROFL! Er...no, it's not just you...believe me!

sl

[himind]

Well there was the first time my boyfriend F. dominated me. We had talked about it beforehand exchanging ideas as to what the limits should be for our first scene. My only previous experience besides self-imposed discipline had been with another girl who also happened to be a professional dominatrix. It had been satisfying in the bdsm perspective but there had been no sexual contact as the whole thing had been to "punish" me for being slutty. I had just become sexually active again after a long period of "celibacy" and it (becoming a sexual creature again) was a BIG deal.

Anyways, I knew F. as a lover and although he was just amazing in bed and thinking about being with him could make me fantasize to the point of drooling, I could not picture him being severe enough with me as his is a more soft/cuddly/romantic kind of love-making.

So I had enjoyed telling him about my more extreme fantasies, being rather sure that he would not "break me" that first time. It ended up being not what I expected and was I wrong!

He had me go to his place where, as per instructions, I arrived wearing a lacy black bra, lace thigh-high stockings, high heels, an overcoat and nothing else. If I wanted to be dominated like a slutty slave, he had said, I had better dress like a slut. The only toy I was allowed to have with me was my favourite vibrator, which I carried in a coat pocket.

First he toyed with my mind in ways that I would have never expected from him. He took me to the seediest part of the city and into the raunchiest strip bar he could find (where half of the dancers are Transexuals or cross-dressers) and had me buy myself a few dances! Here in Montreal, by the way, dances are private, full contact, nothing-in-between affairs. He sat back and watched me go through disgust, indifference, arousal, shame, back to arousal, total confusion and total lust before asking: "Are you ready?"

He took me to my apartment downtown where he made me stand in the middle of the living room while he slowly took off my overcoat using a broken car antenna, never touching me with his hands. He then ordered me to kneel on the floor and then used a pair of pantyhose that I had forgotten at his place the week before to tie my hands behind my back and then he passed the end legs between my legs, crossed them between my breasts and looped them behind my neck where he tied the loose ends.

I knelt there, bent over by the tension in the pantyhose, feeling dirty, horny, stupid and ready to be beaten and fucked.

He took his time, caressing the exposed skin of my upper thighs, belly, arms and face with that telescopic thin rod. I swore that I would not move or make a sound when he would finally hit me, but damn him, he was taking long!

Without wanting to, I started to moan. He continued the cold caresses of the antenna, but when, forty minutes after tying me up I finally spoke to ask him to please go ahead and do it, he gently pushed beneath my chin with his improvised rod, lifted my face so he could look into my eyes and spoke in a maddeningly soft voice:

"Shut the fuck up, slut" he said.

Oh god, I wanted him! I wanted him to hit me, to pull my hair, to spit on me, to fuck me, anything! But no. He went to back to teasing me with the promise of pain unfulfilled. After about an hour he got my vibrator and applied it to my clit. Within seconds I was rushing up the orgasmic curve only to have him withdraw the vibrator at the last second. After about ten or fifteen minutes of sexual torture, and believe me it was agonizing, I made a fatal mistake. I was almost at the climax point and as he pulled back my vibrator, I muttered under my breath: "oh no... fuck... you"

"oh, fuck you it is?" said he. "OK, I will torture you no more"

True to his word, he cut the pantyhose with the kitchen scissors, rubbed my wrists and my neck to make sure I would not feel sore, gave me the sweetest goodnight kiss and walked out the door to go home. Just before the door closed he turned to look at me, kneeling still in the middle of my living room, mouth open in disbelief and said:

"Do not touch yourself. I will be back tomorrow night to finish you off."

Oh DAMN! That was the longest night of my life. I hated him, I wanted him, I wanted to touch myself, I knew I could not, would not do it. Above all, I knew that even if he was not tough enough for my masochistic, pain-loving ways, he was dominant enough to make me beg.

The next night we forgot about my promised whipping. The moment he walked through the door I practically assaulted him with the fiercest kiss I have ever given anyone. Four hours later we were still making love in the laundry room on top of a pile of not-so-clean-anymore clothes fresh out of the dryer when he said:

"You know, I have never done anything more stupid than to leave a hot and ready to go for it girl who would do anything I asked to go home and spend a night alone"

"Silly boy" I answered

"Yet, even as I tossed and turned in bed alone last night, I was happy," he continued, "because I knew that you were suffering more. I hope you enjoyed it" he added.

I did not say anything, since at the moment there were more important things for my mouth to do. But I did.

I've done that to my girl a couple of times and I can tell you there's nothing better to get a girl in a compliant mood.....

[Darkgirl]

What can I say but.......
WOW!!!

All the contributions on this thread just inspire me soooooooooooooooo much.

Although I've only just started out with SIR, I will tell you a, sort of, first experience. What I mean is although I've fantisized about BDSM since very young, I never really did anything because I was always too ashamed of it.
It came about the same time that I was experiencing total hell. That year I was 24, seeing someone whom I thought I knew then stole my virginity.
My depression got worse and sometimes I would sleep continuesly for over a day but mainly I would or could not sleep at all.

I changed my job fast as 'that' person worked in the same place as me. Knowing I had to get out fast I took on a new job as.... wait for it!!!... Chat room assistant. I got thrown into the deep end. My first caller came from a man who wanted water sports and I told him that I wouldn't mind trying water skeing. He laughed his head off as you can imagine but I was quick to learn.

After about 4 months I realised I seemed to have a gift of nowing how some people (mainly men) felt in domination but I still hadn't heard of BDSM.
One night I talked to a man which he would only answer to as 'the doctor'. He sounded very intelligent and loved to play mind games. He started asking for me every night I was working and then he asked me 'whats your phone number?' Out of curriosity I gave him it though I was risking my job. He sounded much older, posibly in his 50's and very educated.

Two nights later on a few of my nights off he rang. We got talking and I felt I could tell him everything. I felt so strange yet comfortable telling him how I felt about myself. These thing were not good as one of them was of suicide.
He told me that I was normal to feel that I needed punishment and to help my road to recovery he would help but for one night only.
The next night 'the doctor' got me to have a few things ready...
candles, belt, wooden spoon, wooden pegs and some rope (washing line).
He rang as promised and explained that he was going to tell me to do certain things to myself but to imagine that he was the one guiding me and not my hand.
That night I flogged myself that hard I had cuts on my back and bruises on my arse. I had tied my legs tight, fucked both my holes, used the pegs on my nipples and dripped candle wax on everything. For two hours I proceeded in his control of his voice on the phone. It then went quiet. 'The doctor' spoke and said... 'there, don't you feel better? I will speek to you again at work but you must now sleep and tomorrow will be a brighter day.'

I had not slept so good in such a long time. Even though I had taken out every bit of anger and frustration on myself I really did feel better. I had cried very long that night and I hadn't done that when I was abused.

I wish now that I could have thanked him more as he never did call me at work again. He probably saved my life.


Please don't take this as sad but a revalation. And also to say sorry for my terrible spelling!!!c

[craftygirl]

CraftyGirl~WOW! Sorry, hon, that really WAS a heavy scene. You got flogged in public, in front of many people. I don't think I could do that.

Yikes! Lucy, you too? I thought I was just being a wimp. You know: "The mind is willing, but the body is weak".

Thanks Kats, and lucy too ..........

Funny thing with me, it's the opposite. Mind is going "Hmm should I do this?" Body says "Get over there slut!"

*snort*

[craftygirl]

I will tell you a, sort of, first experience. ......

I had not slept so good in such a long time. Even though I had taken out every bit of anger and frustration on myself I really did feel better. I had cried very long that night and I hadn't done that when I was abused.

I wish now that I could have thanked him more as he never did call me at work again. He probably saved my life.

Oh wow Darkgirl .......... !!!

*nugs* Thanks for sharing that with us! I'm deeply impressed.

[Katmandu]

Hmmmm, I'll never look at another 'doctor' the same way again, Darkgirl!
I'm sending out a mental "Thanks" to your mysterious caller, for without him, we would not be graced with your presence today!

[wannabeXopsed]

Thank you Darkgirl, I am impressed that you could comply and do as you were told. I am glad that you had the good doctor to help you, as we have you here now with us.

Big hugs to you,

T=WB

[Ruby]

Please don't take this as sad but a revalation.

Darkgirl - sad? No, I was moved by your story, but not sad. In fact, I was relieved and gratified that such an experience could happen. The good doctor sounds like he was a guardian angel. A revalation, indeed. What an amazing turning point in your life as well as a thoughtful and thought provoking gift to share with us. Thank you.

And the comment about watersports - priceless. It reminded about the day I came home from the 8th grade and asked my Dad about "golden showers". Now Dad's pretty opened minded and knows a lot. His first answer was always a question - do you really want to know? - cause I had two friends who were always daring me to ask him stuff so they could get the answers. After he told me in graphic detail whatever I asked my response was usually "No way! That's gross!"

He confiscated one of my then hot books, because I asked him what "golden orbs" were and he asked me to use it in a sentence. After I read him the sentence, he decided he better "review" the book to make sure I should be reading it. It disappeared and took me a long time to find and finish. :-)

[Darkgirl]

Craftygirl- Thank you!!

Katmandu - What can I say? Now that you mention the way you look at doctors after my little reply makes me wonder, mmmm :Tasty:

wannabeXopsed - The only way that I can explain 'why' I did this without question and especially as I had not 'been' in any type of bdsm is mentally I was not stable and I knew this. Its like ECT, if your in a mental hospital (especially about 10-20 years ago) and diagnosed with depression they would send you for ECT - Electrical or Shock Treatment. This was bassically another form of shock to my body to force out all the shit I had in me. If that makes sense . Anyway its how I can understand it

Ruby - I still do those kind of thing, not knowing what some things mean.
My sister is just as bad. When we were little our mum & dad took us to the lakes (countryside) and on passing through we stopped at the pub to go to the loo. Mum saw a condom machine and bought one. On our way out of the pub it suddenly became quiet (as it does sometimes) and my sister suddenly came out in her 'as uaual' load voice, 'Mummy! Why did you buy different flavoured condoms?' Mum blushed and we got out double quick.

But thanks to you all. I did actually think twice after putting that up as I thought, 'Mmmmmm have I put a downer on this thread?' But really it was as Ruby puts it a Revilation or turn around of a bad time and an experience to such deepness (which I probably would not let others into) if it were not for 'the doctor'.
It has left me craving for more

[Twilight]

I'm afraid I don't have any stories to share, but I've enjoyed reading yours very much! You are all wonderfully creative (and highly tolerant!) people. Although some of the more painful activities inflicted upon the submissives made me cringe, I greatly admire and envy you for taking pleasure in such things. Perhaps I will be able to do so someday (but not for a long time, I think!).

[wannabeXopsed]

Last night I went to the clubhouse for the Saturday night play party -

Kind of tame compared to others, I suppose, but WONDERFUL for me.

Wow, not tame at all, you have gone where i want to and have yet to find the courage to do so. I am currently looking to connect with someone here so that i might find the same experience you have had. Congratulations, keep us posted on the next adventure you have, I have really enjoyed your experience.

Thanks, hugs

T=WB

[Barton]

I'm afraid I don't have any stories to share, but I've enjoyed reading yours very much! You are all wonderfully creative (and highly tolerant!) people. Although some of the more painful activities inflicted upon the submissives made me cringe, I greatly admire and envy you for taking pleasure in such things. Perhaps I will be able to do so someday (but not for a long time, I think!).

Remember, a lot of scenes can be done without pain. It is up to the sub and the dom to decide which way to play.

[spankinsue]

Ok this one's more funny than exciting. When I was dating my first husband we were both in school and totally poor. Limited access to places for sex so we got to be pretty creative ( and spent alot of time outside, summer and winter).

Well we were all excited to have saved enough to spend a night in a motel. Ok it was an Econolodge, but it was newly remodeled, right? So picture me there, tied spread eagle on the bed with my breast tied like balloons as he fills not only the ice bucket, but all the trash cans etc w/ ice. And just as he dumps this all over my already cold body.....here comes Mr. Mouse. Who not only ran across the floor to the bed, but then climbed up the cord for the lamp and right onto the bed. Ok, mouse phobic, I admit it. And freezing. And of course by now screaming (something to the effect of get me off of here, kill it kill it). My poor boyfriend is freaking out trying to decide whether to go after the mouse or untie me, or take this scene a little farther. Luckily Mr. Mouse ran off the bed. I then was untied, dressed and out of that room in less than 5 minutes.

What I learned that night? Remodeled does not mean clean (also saw a roach in the tub). Mice can climb walls and are really fast. And where as a little ice can be lots of fun, lots of ice is just cold.

[sirken]

How do I start off without this sounding unreal guess by saying my last sub with a 100% brat, and I loved it, we were at a store buying groceries just being vanilla, went to the register to pay and she started her picking as she called it, told the cashier that they had just let me out of the mental hospitalon a day trip and she just couldnt take me anywhere without embaressment as she had taken all my credit cards out of my walet before we had left the house me being unaware when I went to pay, she said what I ahev to pay again laughing, just her picking hadnt had a good spanking that day ,I looked at her and said keep it up and you will lose, but she kept on the cashier just looked on, and laughed with her , when I told her to unbutton her blouse so all could see she froze mid sentence, she knew by the look in my eye I was through playing, you should have seen the look on the cashiers face when she did as commanded and revealed her collar that said property of Sirken, then I told her that she would be spanked when we got home ,she paid with my card, and we walked out of the store, she never looked more beautiful then walking out proud first time in public