Club_PG

[fuckmeat]

You look a lot better... We'll have to fix that.

*I smile. Pretending I don't mean it when everyone within ear shot knows I do. Craning my neck I kiss your lips and then your cheek to your neck where I nibble softly. Jack disappears in the background. Probably to do some more coke. That bastard is always high as a kite. I'll need to do something about him at some point, but I push it to the back of my mind as I feel your tiny body gyrating against mine.*

What are you in the mood for tonight cunt? A little music, a little love, a little pain?

*I chuckle.*

OKay, a lot of pain?

*I smile and kiss him back. He may not indulge me but he asked me what I'm in the mood for so he's going to find out.*

How about a little love, a little physical pain and a whole lot of verbal humiliation?

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*He falls to his knees after slamming against the elevator wall. Swaying slightly he takes a deep breath that shudders a little bit before looking up at you. He's dressed in his 'sunday best' which in this case is a mostly blood hawaiian shirt with cargo shorts. Both of his eyes are a little glassy, and the fucked up smile on his face tells you things aren't quite right inside of his head, but he is there. Plain as day.*

I roll my eyes, where's the fight? I look into his eyes. Fucker is fucked up. Shit. I don't need some asshole who's tripping to fuck up my night. I lean down, reach into his pocket, course as I am leaning, I make sure my tits are in his eyeline...he's drooling... fucking men are too easy sometimes. A little bag in my hand and I smile when I stand, tucking it away.

Jack. You just wasted my time. Now I will waste yours.

My fist comes down on the back of his head and he crumples to the floor. The elevator re-starts it's journey to the fourth floor, and a little tear is worked into the tiny little bag, and when those doors open to the thumping of the music I stride forth, a hundred heels grinding the sweet expensive powder into the floor. And I... melt into the sweaty, shiny, undulating crowd. Jack will find me when he's not being a shit. And then, I will beat the hell out of him.

 

[The_PG]

*I smile and kiss him back. He may not indulge me but he asked me what I'm in the mood for so he's going to find out.*

How about a little love, a little physical pain and a whole lot of verbal humiliation?

You know how much I love talking dirty, and besides... You're an easy target.

*I take your hand and lead you over to one of my favorite devices. It's rather simple, but it forces you to stand with your feet a little more than shoulder width apart, bending at the knees to put strain on your thighs. Then your hands are held above your head, with your elbows at a right angle from the floor. It looks like a tiki man pose or similar. The reason I like it is simple. The strain on your groin muscles as you bend to support your weight leads to some terrific orgasms that generally lead to the loss of ability in supporting yourself. Letting you body collapse and putting all of your weight around your throat, or on the electric rods placed between your legs not touching you until you collapse. I fit you in carefully.*

So... Are you a naughty little girl today? Or the piece of trash whore? Both of whom need to be taught a lesson.

 

[The_PG]

I roll my eyes, where's the fight? I look into his eyes. Fucker is fucked up. Shit. I don't need some asshole who's tripping to fuck up my night. I lean down, reach into his pocket, course as I am leaning, I make sure my tits are in his eyeline...he's drooling... fucking men are too easy sometimes. A little bag in my hand and I smile when I stand, tucking it away.

Jack. You just wasted my time. Now I will waste yours.

My fist comes down on the back of his head and he crumples to the floor. The elevator re-starts it's journey to the fourth floor, and a little tear is worked into the tiny little bag, and when those doors open to the thumping of the music I stride forth, a hundred heels grinding the sweet expensive powder into the floor. And I... melt into the sweaty, shiny, undulating crowd. Jack will find me when he's not being a shit. And then, I will beat the hell out of him.

*It doesn't take long for him to find you again. This time he's a little less drugged and a lot more worked up. The vein on his temple is throbbing, and there is a little fear in his eyes along with the anger. He approaches you slowly at first, but something emboldens him to blurt out.*

What the fuck did you do with it?

*He knows that he shouldn't have asked, or even come back. But it's not the need for drugs that is driving him so much as the throbbing along his skin. Right from the place you hit him to his throbbing pecker. Which shoots down at an angle like a snake.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*I admire the contraption as he straps me in, holding his gaze boldly for a change*

I guess I'm a little trash whore. I've learned my lessons though.

*I lean forward out of the restraints, stretching upwards and stealing another fleeting kiss.*

I've learned that if I get my ass beaten, it's just because you want to beat it.

Sir.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*It doesn't take long for him to find you again. This time he's a little less drugged and a lot more worked up. The vein on his temple is throbbing, and there is a little fear in his eyes along with the anger. He approaches you slowly at first, but something emboldens him to blurt out.*

What the fuck did you do with it?

*He knows that he shouldn't have asked, or even come back. But it's not the need for drugs that is driving him so much as the throbbing along his skin. Right from the place you hit him to his throbbing pecker. Which shoots down at an angle like a snake.*

A smile when he comes to me, the pain evident on his face. But my body is wrapped around a gorgeous little hipster that I feel like hurting too. My teeth close on a bottom lip, even as my fingers intertwine with the white scarf he is sporting. Jack, in all his bloody glory is forgotten for a moment while I tease them both. One, with what he is getting, the other with what he wants.

Jack, sugar.. I said kneel... oh and, be respectful when you ask questions.

This is offhand, over my shoulder, and the little bit of hipster candy beneath my hands and almost between my thighs, pushes against me, and again Jack is forgotten... fingers tangling into longish hair, teeth close in on a lobe, mmmm.... he smells of axe and trend, and I just. love. it.

 

[The_PG]

*I admire the contraption as he straps me in, holding his gaze boldly for a change*

I guess I'm a little trash whore. I've learned my lessons though.

*I lean forward out of the restraints, stretching upwards and stealing another fleeting kiss.*

I've learned that if I get my ass beaten, it's just because you want to beat it.

Sir.

You bet your fucking ass. Now.

*I swoop in close and place one little kiss on your lips before bringing my face inches away from yours and allowing my features to harden slowly. The transformation is quick, but not instantaneous. Finally I am staring at you through a mask which crinkles into an ugly sneer. My fingers go directly to your clitoris and I rub it roughly.*

I expected you to be wet whore. Do you know why? You had to walk here in that dress, and i bet my ass there isn't even a fucking wheel chair bound pervert that didn't lay eyes on you and want to fuck your tight little ass. You're wet cause you knew it, and liked it. I could parade a million people in front of you and you'd just fucking cum, thinking about it. I know you do cunt. I've seen you, when nobodies lookin. You just imagine, and it happens. No wonder a whore like you can't land no fucking tricks. You enjoy it too much, the fucking customers can't even bust a nut before you cover them in your shitty juices.

*I suddenly stop rubbing, and slap your belly. It's not hard, but it's enough for you to jerk around and send your thighs right into the zapping prods.*

 

[The_PG]

A smile when he comes to me, the pain evident on his face. But my body is wrapped around a gorgeous little hipster that I feel like hurting too. My teeth close on a bottom lip, even as my fingers intertwine with the white scarf he is sporting. Jack, in all his bloody glory is forgotten for a moment while I tease them both. One, with what he is getting, the other with what he wants.

Jack, sugar.. I said kneel... oh and, be respectful when you ask questions.

This is offhand, over my shoulder, and the little bit of hipster candy beneath my hands and almost between my thighs, pushes against me, and again Jack is forgotten... fingers tangling into longish hair, teeth close in on a lobe, mmmm.... he smells of axe and trend, and I just. love. it.

*Jack kneels. Pain evident on his face as everyone watches him in the throngs. He runs this place in my absence, so why is he kneeling to one of my sluts? That's the question going through all of their minds. Except for the hipster of course.*

What did you do with my... Sugar... Miss?

 

[fuckmeat]

You bet your fucking ass. Now.

*I swoop in close and place one little kiss on your lips before bringing my face inches away from yours and allowing my features to harden slowly. The transformation is quick, but not instantaneous. Finally I am staring at you through a mask which crinkles into an ugly sneer. My fingers go directly to your clitoris and I rub it roughly.*

I expected you to be wet whore. Do you know why? You had to walk here in that dress, and i bet my ass there isn't even a fucking wheel chair bound pervert that didn't lay eyes on you and want to fuck your tight little ass. You're wet cause you knew it, and liked it. I could parade a million people in front of you and you'd just fucking cum, thinking about it. I know you do cunt. I've seen you, when nobodies lookin. You just imagine, and it happens. No wonder a whore like you can't land no fucking tricks. You enjoy it too much, the fucking customers can't even bust a nut before you cover them in your shitty juices.

*I suddenly stop rubbing, and slap your belly. It's not hard, but it's enough for you to jerk around and send your thighs right into the zapping prods.*

*The kiss is delicious and so is witnessing his transformation into my no limits nemesis. He can play with cute little things who think that submission is cocksucking before you get gently fucked and he can do so without scaring them shitless, drawing them in... corrupting them. The self he reveals to me is nothing like that. It's raw, visceral and honest.

He rubs my clit hard, is calloused fingers putting a fucking dent in it as he growls filth into my ear. He's wrong though. The only person capable of making me wet when I fantasise about getting fucked by him is standing right there.

He stops rubbing and slaps my abdomen, making me buck and slam my thighs into his electric trap. I cry out and pull myself away from the current, back into my original position.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*Jack kneels. Pain evident on his face as everyone watches him in the throngs. He runs this place in my absence, so why is he kneeling to one of my sluts? That's the question going through all of their minds. Except for the hipster of course.*

What did you do with my... Sugar... Miss?

A soft chuckle, and then I spin in the hipster's arms. His hands grope my hips, and he presses his advantage into my ass. Interesting. I'll slap him when I turn. But he can have his fun for now.Jack on his knees and the quiet crowd around him. I step to where he is, the hipster groaning behind me.

Jack. Your sugar...

My hand on the loose collar and very quickly I push him to the floor. His face is smushed against the wet concrete. He shivers against my hand.

Lick it like the dirty little bitch you are. Go ahead Jack. Show everyone what a depraved little whore you really are.

I stand and press my heel into his cheek, holding him there against the floor.

Or you can beg me to let you up. Beg me like a needy little slut, bitch. Your choice.

 

[The_PG]

*The kiss is delicious and so is witnessing his transformation into my no limits nemesis. He can play with cute little things who think that submission is cocksucking before you get gently fucked and he can do so without scaring them shitless, drawing them in... corrupting them. The self he reveals to me is nothing like that. It's raw, visceral and honest.

He rubs my clit hard, is calloused fingers putting a fucking dent in it as he growls filth into my ear. He's wrong though. The only person capable of making me wet when I fantasise about getting fucked by him is standing right there.

He stops rubbing and slaps my abdomen, making me buck and slam my thighs into his electric trap. I cry out and pull myself away from the current, back into my original position.*

*I push a finger inside of your cunt, noting the fresh tightness with a little bit of jealousy aimed towards my right index finger. I saw it smoothly, and curl my finger against your g-spot. Stroking it firmly, actually stabbing it would be a better word to describe the thrusting motion i make.*

I know you're afraid to ask. So let me fill you in on a little secret about us, cunt. You want to know the depth of my depravity and see how far you can push us, but sometimes... Sometimes I want nothing to do with you, sometimes it goes so deep and it's so dark I don't even feel you anymore. You think you can follow me, but I go someplace where you cannot follow. Do you know how... Useless that makes you? How replaceable you become? Like a battery under the water. No matter how many times I charge you up. You'll never manage to make anything brighter.

*I lean in close. And whisper softly.

Worthless.

 

[The_PG]

Lick it like the dirty little bitch you are. Go ahead Jack. Show everyone what a depraved little whore you really are.

I stand and press my heel into his cheek, holding him there against the floor.

Or you can beg me to let you up. Beg me like a needy little slut, bitch. Your choice.

*Jack finally sees the powder. How can he not being but eye level with it. Still... It's not something he wants to show off, what if there is a cop around? So instead he coughs; blowing it all away and just barely above the deep bass there comes his audible voice up to your ear.*

Please... Please let me up!

*His voice is not high or whiney, but neither is it deep and tonal like normal. It's rather somewhere in the middle. A voice that you would match with the "good neighbor" kind of person.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Sylvieanne Rose wanders into the new club that has cropped up in her time away. Curious to see what delights this new playground might have to offer, her black lacy skirts swaying about her legs as she walks, hips moving pendulum like of their own accord. Her top is of the renassaince variety, low scoop necked showing off her ample valley with long full sleeves to match. Her waist length black hair is back in its traditional plait, her cat ears currently hidden by the scarf about her head, tail laying subtly in the folds of her skirt.

Entering she looks about, checking out the scene, seeing who if anyone is around, her green eyes pure and bright taking in everything*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*Jack finally sees the powder. How can he not being but eye level with it. Still... It's not something he wants to show off, what if there is a cop around? So instead he coughs; blowing it all away and just barely above the deep bass there comes his audible voice up to your ear.*

Please... Please let me up!

*His voice is not high or whiney, but neither is it deep and tonal like normal. It's rather somewhere in the middle. A voice that you would match with the "good neighbor" kind of person.*

A shake to my head and I pull him up. He hops to his feet like a man freed and seems to be watching me warily. I press my body to his. Pushing him back, we step together, my body against his, the fear in his eyes, but the eagerness of his cock pinned between our bodies. Finally the wall. The drapes around us. And I use the ties to pin down my errant little jack-bitch. His arms splayed, and he is tied to the walls. Like a buzzing little toy. His eyes watch mine.

Girls! I got a little toy for you!

Three of my girlfriends melt from the crowd, a blonde, brunette and a raven haired bitches, but they are ravenous, and love to fuck almost anyone. Their hands tease at the exposed skin, kneel before him, roam over his body. But his eyes? They watch me. And I lick my lips and let my girls tease him hard.

 

[The_PG]

A shake to my head and I pull him up. He hops to his feet like a man freed and seems to be watching me warily. I press my body to his. Pushing him back, we step together, my body against his, the fear in his eyes, but the eagerness of his cock pinned between our bodies. Finally the wall. The drapes around us. And I use the ties to pin down my errant little jack-bitch. His arms splayed, and he is tied to the walls. Like a buzzing little toy. His eyes watch mine.

Girls! I got a little toy for you!

Three of my girlfriends melt from the crowd, a blonde, brunette and a raven haired bitches, but they are ravenous, and love to fuck almost anyone. Their hands tease at the exposed skin, kneel before him, roam over his body. But his eyes? They watch me. And I lick my lips and let my girls tease him hard.

*The thud when his back hits the wall is nowhere near as powerful as the pressure he feels landing on his chest as the binds cinch his arm, and she calls the others over to play with a... Toy? What the fuck does that even... His face flashes from pleasure to fear, and back again whenever the sensations get strong, before fading into the look she is giving him. He wonders what she has planned, and that more then the girls teasing hands starts pre-cum oozing from his slit.*

S-s-to... More!

*He groans the words out. Desiring them to stop teasing, and give him more. But apparently they aren't under his command, but hers.*

 

[The_PG]

*Sylvieanne Rose wanders into the new club that has cropped up in her time away. Curious to see what delights this new playground might have to offer, her black lacy skirts swaying about her legs as she walks, hips moving pendulum like of their own accord. Her top is of the renassaince variety, low scoop necked showing off her ample valley with long full sleeves to match. Her waist length black hair is back in its traditional plait, her cat ears currently hidden by the scarf about her head, tail laying subtly in the folds of her skirt.

Entering she looks about, checking out the scene, seeing who if anyone is around, her green eyes pure and bright taking in everything*

*I eye this lady who enters the club. Wondering just what the bouncer is doing outside for a brief moment. Is he even counting how many people are in here anymore? She doesn't look the type either, at least I don't think so. I approach her dressed in a simple white tee, and torn up jeans that weren't actually bought that way. I just happen to like this pair, and wear them a lot.*

Hello there.

*My steely eyes greet her. Not with warmth, but with cold shrewdness. Quickly trying to determine whether she belongs. How long, do you think, until she runs screaming?*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*I eye this lady who enters the club. Wondering just what the bouncer is doing outside for a brief moment. Is he even counting how many people are in here anymore? She doesn't look the type either, at least I don't think so. I approach her dressed in a simple white tee, and torn up jeans that weren't actually bought that way. I just happen to like this pair, and wear them a lot.*

Hello there.

*My steely eyes greet her. Not with warmth, but with cold shrewdness. Quickly trying to determine whether she belongs. How long, do you think, until she runs screaming?*

*Jumping softly at the voice that greets her she looks about for a moment, the sound muffled due to her scarf and it takes her a brief moment to locate the person. Her eyes move up the floor to his face, not as though she's checking him out but rather more as though she's shy. Absently a hand goes to her throat and her expression changes as she finds that the expected collar isn't there, still hurting after all this time. Her eyes go dark as she looks up into his, flinching slightly at the look in them*

H...Hello to you as well sir. I'm a lil new to this club....any chance you could point me to the bar so I can get a shot of liquid courage?

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*The thud when his back hits the wall is nowhere near as powerful as the pressure he feels landing on his chest as the binds cinch his arm, and she calls the others over to play with a... Toy? What the fuck does that even... His face flashes from pleasure to fear, and back again whenever the sensations get strong, before fading into the look she is giving him. He wonders what she has planned, and that more then the girls teasing hands starts pre-cum oozing from his slit.*

S-s-to... More!

*He groans the words out. Desiring them to stop teasing, and give him more. But apparently they aren't under his command, but hers.*

The indecision is written all over his face. It's obvious. I laugh to myself and beckon the little hipster to sit on the floor in front of me, between my legs. Of course he takes this as an invitation to press small kisses on my thighs. So I oblige him and spread my legs, letting Jack watch as another man plays with me. A soft moan when the hipster presses his lips to my panty covered slit. I look up and smile at Jack.

Jack.. you want more?

The girls remove their hands from his form. The blonde, whom I adore, blows a steady stream of hot air over his newly revealed and exceedingly stif cock. I laugh at him.

Come on Jack.. how bad do you want a taste?

 

[The_PG]

The indecision is written all over his face. It's obvious. I laugh to myself and beckon the little hipster to sit on the floor in front of me, between my legs. Of course he takes this as an invitation to press small kisses on my thighs. So I oblige him and spread my legs, letting Jack watch as another man plays with me. A soft moan when the hipster presses his lips to my panty covered slit. I look up and smile at Jack.

Jack.. you want more?

The girls remove their hands from his form. The blonde, whom I adore, blows a steady stream of hot air over his newly revealed and exceedingly stif cock. I laugh at him.

Come on Jack.. how bad do you want a taste?

*It's obvious how badly he wants it, but it is equally as obvious how badly he does not want to say anything aloud. The moist air on his cock has it lurching inside of his briefs, and quickly creating a damp spot on the white fabric inside of his pants. A brief struggle with his bonds ends in a sigh.*

Really bad.

*He breathes out heavily, his nostrils flaring slightly.*

More than that cunt.

*He adds with a growl, as his eyes dart up to yours before switching back to the blond as she moves.*

 

[The_PG]

*Jumping softly at the voice that greets her she looks about for a moment, the sound muffled due to her scarf and it takes her a brief moment to locate the person. Her eyes move up the floor to his face, not as though she's checking him out but rather more as though she's shy. Absently a hand goes to her throat and her expression changes as she finds that the expected collar isn't there, still hurting after all this time. Her eyes go dark as she looks up into his, flinching slightly at the look in them*

H...Hello to you as well sir. I'm a lil new to this club....any chance you could point me to the bar so I can get a shot of liquid courage?

*The absent stroke. The pained eyes. They are all signs, but I'm still not entirely sure yet. I am sure enough for a drink though. I nod towards the bar, and follow her until I pass you and ask what your pleasure will be before retrieving it and setting it in front of you on a coaster.*

You're missing something.

*I nod at your neck, my eyes deepening. Telling you to explain it, but not in so many words. You'll understand what I mean and what I need to hear.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

* Following his nod I head to bar, daintily moving through the moving couples, wondering how I managed to miss the bar. As you pass me I surepticiously look you over, smiling slightly to be waited on I ask for a simple shot of whiskey as I decide to skip the frills and go straight for the meat of things. I can clearly tell I'm being judged for some kind of a test but not sure what to do or indeed if I should want to pass it. Then you look to my bare neck and I visibly flinch, hand going up to encircle it protectively, missing the comfort that my collar afforded me. Taking the shot of whiskey I breathe deep and on the exhale my words come out in a rush.*

I"m a submissive, was a submissive, tendancies towards switch. I've only had one master, I'm new to the scene and it didn't work out so well though I'm very eager to explore"

*Unable to help it I wince at the desperation in my voice*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*It's obvious how badly he wants it, but it is equally as obvious how badly he does not want to say anything aloud. The moist air on his cock has it lurching inside of his briefs, and quickly creating a damp spot on the white fabric inside of his pants. A brief struggle with his bonds ends in a sigh.*

Really bad.

*He breathes out heavily, his nostrils flaring slightly.*

More than that cunt.

*He adds with a growl, as his eyes dart up to yours before switching back to the blond as she moves.*

A smile and I step away from the begging hipster. I watch Jack as I approach. My girls ready, knowing how demanding I can be. The blonde giggling, the brunette grinning, the raven haired one, looking just as deadly as I am. Jack will be throughly used. By us. Until we are finished with him. And he will like it.

Not. One Word Jack. Except to beg.

And then we pounce. He is ripped from the wall and thrown to the floor. His hands are pinned by two of the girls. The blonde and I, strip our clothes off, she straddles his face, and sighs. I straddle his hips, guiding his length into me. And then even though he's inside me. I fuck him. Riding him for hard, and rubbing my clit. It is after all.. all about what I want.

 

[The_PG]

* Following his nod I head to bar, daintily moving through the moving couples, wondering how I managed to miss the bar. As you pass me I surepticiously look you over, smiling slightly to be waited on I ask for a simple shot of whiskey as I decide to skip the frills and go straight for the meat of things. I can clearly tell I'm being judged for some kind of a test but not sure what to do or indeed if I should want to pass it. Then you look to my bare neck and I visibly flinch, hand going up to encircle it protectively, missing the comfort that my collar afforded me. Taking the shot of whiskey I breathe deep and on the exhale my words come out in a rush.*

I"m a submissive, was a submissive, tendancies towards switch. I've only had one master, I'm new to the scene and it didn't work out so well though I'm very eager to explore"

*Unable to help it I wince at the desperation in my voice*

*I nod slowly at the eagerness. Easily able to maintain my mask of a face as I put the whiskey away. Quickly deciding you do not need another shot the way you whisked it down. That would just ruin the fun entirely. My cock flinches inside of it's confines as I let my gaze drag over you; as if combing the beach for treasure. I can do certain things with you.*

Submissive? Are you a pain slut, cum whore, or fuck toy?

*I ask bluntly, hitting the nail on the head with all the force of a mac-truck as I look through your eyes with a rather blank stare. In the meantime my hand has already slid across the bar and trapped your wrist. The iron steel in my strength a testament to the confidence I have in doing this.*

 

[The_PG]

A smile and I step away from the begging hipster. I watch Jack as I approach. My girls ready, knowing how demanding I can be. The blonde giggling, the brunette grinning, the raven haired one, looking just as deadly as I am. Jack will be throughly used. By us. Until we are finished with him. And he will like it.

Not. One Word Jack. Except to beg.

And then we pounce. He is ripped from the wall and thrown to the floor. His hands are pinned by two of the girls. The blonde and I, strip our clothes off, she straddles his face, and sighs. I straddle his hips, guiding his length into me. And then even though he's inside me. I fuck him. Riding him for hard, and rubbing my clit. It is after all.. all about what I want.

*Jack struggles briefly and violently, but he is so unused to not being hit that he startles and finally falls still, and even more so is stock still when he finds out where things are going. The cunt on his mouth receives a tentative lick before the entirety of that appendage is buried, almost at the same time that you slip his cock deep inside of you. His groan is muffled, but his tense six pack and curling fingers, toes, and feet are testament enough to how much he is enjoying this.*

*No matter how much he wants to get up and fuck back, in the end he realizes there are far worst positions and places to be put in then this one. He relaxes, but only for a moment as he feels the pleasure welling inside of him. Now a new tension covers his body, along with a light sheen of sweat.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*I watch wistfully as you move the whiskey away, quietly bitting my lower lip wishing that you hadn't but sensing enough to not speak up about it So distracted am I that I notice your perusal late, and my cheeks instantly flush a lovely shade of mauve beneath my tanned skin*

Umm, I'm not the most familiar with those terms. I like pain to the point of blood, I love to cum, and I love to be fucked like a toy....like I said....I'm newer....

*blushes deeper at my lack of knowing the terminology, knowing that my previous master who was new to the life style as well was unable to prep me any better, not realizing yet that I answered the inherent command in your voice untill suddenly your hand holds my wrist in vice like grip. Frightened for a moment I give my wrist a quick tug trying to free it and knowing still that its useless I whimper softly*