She finished and reminded him, "Thisis what you have to do before you leave for your appointment tomorrowmorning Ken."He sheepishly nodded his assent....For the next twenty minutes Angie trimmed and styled his hair. Sheparted it down the middle and brushed it out. His wavy brown hair hadgrown to the point where it fell to the top of his shoulders and itlooked quite nice when she'd finished. She gave him a small hand-mirror. "Here. Have a look."Ken examined his reflection and felt his heart jump.. She kept looking down at the floor and shuffled her feet as she hesitantly made her way over to me.She stopped when she was standing directly in front of me, with her head bowed down and her eyes on the floor, and she spoke with a hesitant, breaking voice."I'm really sorry I didn't take them off before I came up here. I knew I should have, but I was too embarrassed to take them off in such a public place. Can you please not spank me? I promise to be better from now on", and she almost looked. The music ends and you move to go back to your table, but a slow song starts and he sweeps you into his arms, crushing you to his lean body and starts to swing you around the dance floor. He grinds against you and you feel his maleness pressing against your hip. His hand wanders down and cups your ass and you quickly move to stem that action. He leans close and you can smell the alcohol on his breath as he inhales the scent on your cleavage and says, “God, I want to rip your clothes off, throw. Or maybe not. It?s a long drive back to his home, the place where she will never be allowed to leave again. The place where his dungeon and draconian equipment lies in wait for her naked supple body. Dead asleep in the back of the van, he watches as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her butt cheeks are clenched tightly even in sleep. The expression on her face is priceless, the look of a slave who has accepted her fate in life. He has seen it hundreds of times in his practice of.