The next weekend was a leather club do in the country side miles from anywhere we went and the boring friday night past saturday night was the party... I love showing my cock off so I only wore Boots and chaps my cock hanging there for all to see I do have quite a big one and then I saw horny skinhead Booted skin tight bleach jeans big packet for all to see as the night went on every one was playing and by 2 am there was only me left in the bar but then the door opens in he walked dressed Like. My heart raced as I looked down, fighting the urge to hold my skirt down with my hands. The wind kept gusting, my skirt flapping around as I stood at the end of the pier. The water taxi came closer. I stood up straight, mouth gagged by a pen, my hands immovable behind me, skirt blowing up, showing the white lace panties, barely covering me....look at me...People laughing, taking pictures while I stood there. Not knowing the good girl standing in front of them....I'm here, look at me, I want. .” he stammered. “Shut the hell up and put them on,” I ordered, “you made me gag earlier, now it’s my turn to gag you.” "Fugs?" "I expect you to call me Mistress," I told him, "or Miss Fugs." I have never seen Eric move so fast – well except for the time that raced out the door because he suddenly needed to buy hinges straight after I mentioned getting married. On went the shorts and collar, and was just about to fasten the ball gag around his head. “Stop. Leave it on the bed and come stand. What if he didnt return to his job after being discharged? What if something went wrong? My intension was not to leave him, but leave with him. After I left, I pled with my mother to visit him. She refused to let me, saying that he was abusing me with his power. Who cares about what she thought? Ace was mine and he loved me. It did seem as if Ace was using his power to manipulate me for sex and other acts, however, that was untrue. Sadly, school resumed and I was swept away by the tides of.