She found herself here, naked, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, gagged tightly and collared. The long line of men walked by her, occasionally slapping... her ass or tits or slipping a finger in her pussy or anus. She'd found a place where she belonged, where she could be happy.She'd known many men. She knew they found her attractive, but she never had a relationship that satisfied her need to be wanted ... to be needed ... to be owned.She remembered the boredom that led her there. She remembered. My temper flared again. I was here first, damn it! It was my shower. I ignored him and grabbed my shampoo.Sharing didn’t really work well. He was so big we kept bumping each other. I was having a terrible time with my hair. He suddenly took the botle out of my hand, telling me he’d do it or we’d never finish. I started to protest when he swatted my butt again! Not hard, but it got my attention, and I didn’t protest when he turned me around. I’d never had anyone wash my hair before, and it felt. " You stood next to a white horse with a large, brightly colored, red, blue, and gold saddle. You searched, looking off in the darkness for me. Suddenly you heard a rumbling noise, a grinding whir of motors, and the slow, dragging, beginnings of organ music. After that was a bright, flickering of multicolored lights. The carousel, loudly came to life. When it looped back around there I was smiling at you with hands on hips. I jumped up, then helped you up and onto the horse, all the while,. While I had seen her in them several times, this was the first where I sensed distaste. Add that to a request for a dressy restaurant and you get a sense of lingering dirt. Who or what had made Sheila feel sleazy? It was at that point that I noticed that Sheila was wearing her corset. The strings were loose, but I could fix that for now.I told Sheila to grab a door frame. I carefully drew her already tiny waist even smaller. Then I put my hands to her waist and lifted her. I finally had her.