One of my boyfriends was keen on fetish clubs and we used to go together. It felt great to be dressed all in rubber and led in chains into a room to s...it at his feet all evening. Then there was the time a girl friend and I had decided to go to a fancy dress party as a sheikh and a harem slave. It had seemed like a great idea but she'd got hold of some slave manacles that she could lock on me. The bitch left me behind in our flat while she had a great time at the party with the guy I'd been. .more...frightened... My erection started to flop, which made Kyle notice. It was all going wrong around me. Boys were shouting, some of them being really insulting, Kyle started to get scared too. He got back on the seat and started to hold me, tight. “Well...” I could barely hear him say. “What now?”“I...” I stammered back “I...guess this is not much use now...” I started to put my trousers back on.“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” a voice tore through the shouts. A tall blond boy who I recognised from. Or doth I protest too much? Perhaps why I was doing it didn’t matter. But how was a problem. I had to come up with something really good, an excuse that would be compelling to him. I thought about our last encounter and realized I had probably hurt his feelings. Maybe I had all three times I treated him badly. I started to feel a little remorse. I didn’t recall ever feeling remorse before, but I could use that. There was no story I could come up with that seemed even remotely acceptable so I. BlinkA blank face said something to her. She automatically said the correct thing, took their money and waited for the next person in line to step forward.blink“Suck it!” he’d said as if he knew she would. Her mouth opened of its own accord. He had a slightly bitter taste and she found that odd, she’d thought that he would taste as sweet as his kisses. Who knew?blinkAs the next person, a woman with a twelve year old daughter, smiled and said “I’d like two tickets for this performance,.