.. available? To men, to use you?" All three holes?" Belle smiled. "I'm probably not the right person to ask. I actually like being used. I like to be... hurt, did you know that?" You do? I wondered why you kept getting, well, there were those clamp things on your nipples, and I could hear you being spanked sometimes. Other stuff, too." I confess, I'd quite like to ride the wooden pony, too." Really? That sort of thing frightens me." It should. I didn't realise before, but pain ... pain helps me. Strippers performed on stage. All of them were collared. The guys seemed to be more intrigued by the start of each act, when the girls were clothed. I guess the rule about always being nude was not in effect when they were stripping. Anyway, a collar with clothes seemed to be a local kink. I thought that somebody might make a fortune with a strip show that started with the girls nude and then putting on clothes.I pointed this out.“That would be a trip, mate.”“Yeah. ‘Put ‘em on!’ we would. Afterall, he's the one with all those wonderful ideas for you. Isn't he?"As much as I wanted to scream and run away, I meekly told her, "Yes,darling. I'm sure you're right." Then I found enough willpower to murmur,"But Dutch might not like it. Might not want to be around a... sissy." I'm sure he could handle himself. Thanks for agreeing that he should getto know you. I'm sure he'll be flattered that his sweet creation wants toget up close and personal."She was misrepresenting my wishes. The fence half collapsed. I had slack in my right hand. “Yes!”I pulled the fence as I reached for the rope bound about my left wrist. The muscles in my right arm burned from the strain as I fumbled about the knot. My fingernails bit into the fibers, prying them up. The rope slipped. The knot came undone.“Hold on, Xera, I'm coming,” I shouted as my left hand was free and I went to work on my right. I quickly undid the knot. My wrist was raw and bleeding. I ignored the raw pain and stood up. I.