“Enough! Let the neighbours see what a naughty girl you are. You clearly didn’t mind that they were open when you started playing with yourself.�...�I reluctantly removed my leggings and knickers. Then my T-shirt and bra. My nipples were already taut from the earlier stimulation. “Stand here, in front of the window.”As I positioned myself, he went to our spare bedroom. He came back to me with a funny looking thong with a large metal patch at the front with holes in it. “This is a chastity belt. Its. I moved my hand from her breast down to her navel and ran my nails across her stomach from side to side which brought uneven breathing from her. Quite soon I widened my explorations until I was brushing through pubic hair. It was soft and surprisingly silky and rose high above her crotch - I longed to see its profusion and wished she hadn't turned off the light.I changed position, moving the higher hand to the nipples while I put my tongue in her navel and run the other hand straight through. I am 22 years old white gurl, 5'5", 130 lbs, brown eyes and hair. I was using a dating site when I was messaged by this black guy. His name is Dominic. He is about 6'5" average build, handsome, and a year older than me. We messaged back and forth before we finally met.We agreed to meet at a restaurant at 6 p.m. I was wearing tight white jeans to show off my ass, and a tank top. He was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. He was tall and handsome just like his photos. He was the perfect gentleman on. Livestock.For her use. He ought to learn his place in this.Her voice changed and eyes hardened and she straightened her head as she regarded him head on.?What would you do if I released you, slave??His posture changed, moving slightly, defensively, and his expression became once again hard and neutral. This was where he should bend, he knew, tell her he’d do whatever she told him to, acknowledge what she claimed. That he was a slave. But he couldn’t. It felt wrong, so wrong deep inside.