I blushed and whispered, "Yes, I do. Veryvividly." Then I glanced at her and asked if she'd spanked anyonelately. She grinned and shook her head.... "No, not lately. Why? Do you knowsomeone who needs one?"I hesitated, nodded, then whispered, "Yes, me."She was silent for a moment. "Are you serious?" Yes, very." I glanced away, unable to look her in the eye."It would be more now, much more. I'm into heavy D/s. I had to give upmy slave when I came east to buy the clubs. She couldn't . She loved it. Her words of wisdom were thus, “In my experience, those that protest the most are holding back the most. I remember a youth minister back before I met my husband who talked piety and then groped me whenever he could. I know he’d have filled my crotch in an instant if I’d have let him.”Casey said, “I think you’re right. Our last minister got replaced when he was caught in bed with a deacon’s wife and then two other women came forward saying he had blackmailed his way between their. Tears welled in Denise's eyes. It wasn't so much the talking she dreaded, but the thought of turning around to face the rest of the store."Please Mistress the slave needs to be collared," Denise said. Then, with her lip trembling, she turned to face the stares of the other store patrons.Thankfully, Miss Casey swiftly buckled the collar on her neck. As if the collar weren't enough humiliation to endure, the woman hooked a leash onto the collar and led Denise behind the counter.Denise had never. Then I remember resting on the couch as the party was still going and next I had a red cup in my hand. When I woke up again I notice most of the guests were gone and a few guys sitting next to me. I was so sl**py and nodded off again and thought I was having a sex dream. In the dream the cab driver pulled up my skirt, and pulled off my panties. I was spread-eagle on, one leg over the back of the sofa. I felt I was getting a blowjob and someone was putting their cock in my mouth. In a sl**py.