Eventually, this led to the owner of the motel placing the remoteto my shock collar at the front desk with a label that read "Press formaid service." ...Turns out, the range was strong enough to give me a firmbolt no matter where I was in the motel. After paying a fee to the owner,a guest was then privileged to take that remote back to their room and,of course, I had little option but to follow.I suffered all sorts of degradation and torment at the hands of whoeverwas willing to pay. From being. The important detail: they have an opening, a slit allowing my own slit to show!I begin rubbing against the dance pole as I display to my partner, while I move my body like a snake. He likes what he sees and starts stroking and caressing my hips with his hands, then he slides them to the panty slit as he leads me to the bed.He handcuffs me. With my arms wide open. The noise the chains make titillates me. He straddles me very close to my breasts and places his gorgeous prick between my tits.He. There was a love seat against one wall. A dressing table complete with chair and mirror. The wall opposite the entry door was completely covered in mirrored glass. I set my bags and purse on the dressing table and began changing into the first outfit. It was a sheer white teddy, almost see through. It came complete with white thigh high stockings. Having donned the attire, I saw myself in the mirrored wall. I looked like a bride in her undergarments. I ran my fingers roughly through my long. Without thinking she placed the palm of her hand on his chest. ‘I’m not afraid of you. I don’t know why, but I’m not.’ She licked her dry lips before continuing, ‘but you do make me nervous. I don’t know why that is either.’ Placing his hand over hers and rubbing her fingers with his thumb, Mark felt a sense of relief wash over him. ‘I’m glad. I don’t like the thought of someone fearing me,’ he spoke quietly. ‘Did the tea help your throat? If not I think I have some throat lozenges.’ Ariane.