After everyone had settled in, the man started speaking and this caught his attention because his voice was calm yet commanding and seemed to carry ro...und the room. He thanked everyone and introduced his female companion as his slave. He explained that he was going to put his mark on her, and this was followed by cheers from the rest of the room. He produced what looked like a tattoo template and proceeded to trace it out above her belly button. Then another man stepped out and holding a tattoo. “No, you don’t get to speak!” Angela snapped, Verity’s eyes went wide as her shock at the sharp tone flashed across her face. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand.” Verity gasped slightly, then nodded. “Good girl,” Angela told her watching her daughter’s reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her eyes. A flash Angela knew well, one that. Swell, he though, aggravated. I come to a strip bar and still get ignored. He quickly finished the first beer and thought about leaving, but decided he needed one more to calm his nerves. When he returned to his seat, Closer by Nine Inch Nails began blaring from the jukebox. Tyler chuckled to himself, well aware of the explicit lyrics. Just then, the dancer appeared, walking to the makeshift stage against the front wall. It had a pole mounted to the small riser that ended about a foot short of. "I m glad you asked." Adria said with a smile. "Are you getting wet yet?" Oh you bet Adria." I replied. "I'm definitely juicy where it counts." "Great!" Adria said like a proud teacher. "Take a dildo and go back to your squat position against the wall." Okay." I said. "Got it. What's next?" Now insert the dildo and squeeze tight." Adria said.On my first attempt the dildo flew out like I was a rocket launcher. "That's okay Jill." Adria reassured. "But try to control it. Squeeze so.