But they will all know ... they will see my ... please you promised...” I whined clutching the tiny folds of material.“I want to see those titties... up there when you dance – you know not all the girls take off their panties on stage – you fuckin’ do what you want to – but I want titties.” he said turning me toward the back room. I headed back to get changed while Mister Gamboni nodded to the DJ that I would be dancing next. The room was empty as most of the girls had left for the night or were. It will keep you quiet without really stretching your jaws.“I doubt that you’ve noticed this bar over your scrotum, Marcie. The company calls it a scrotal clasp. There are two big curves in the metal that will hold your balls in place when I hit them. That will help with my aim, don’t you think?” I could tell that Marcie was having second thoughts about becoming my slave. Wait until Saturday morning!Once the ball gag had been tightly fastened in place, I gave her the first swat. On her. Nick put the wand against her clit, the low vibration causing her to catch her breath. As soon as she had adjusted to the vibration he raised the level on the wand halfway. She felt her body start to tingle with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She may not have had a lover in years but she had played the games Master K had laid out for her. She had indulged in almost daily masturbation which meant her body was primed for this. It was going to be next to impossible not to cum. The. I'm Rebecca, the only daughter of Rachel and Jethro Worthington. I have one brother, Robert, whom we all call Bobby. I have far too many aunts, uncles, and cousins to name here but you will meet many of them as I continue with this journal.It was Saturday, August 14, 1965, my seventeenth birthday. Rachel and Jethro, I had been calling my parents by their first names ever since I turned thirteen. They asked me to. Anyway, Rachel, Jethro, and Bobby were taking me out for dinner and dancing that.