Budget Inn

"Peter showed up at the dingy door of room 113 two hours late. He cutting an incredibly attractive and imposing figure in a dark suit and tie. I had passed from anticipatory desire into anxious impatience, but now his presence was taking its toll on me. I handed me a wretched canary yellow wig. “From one of my thespian friends,” He seemed to say it in such a way as to infuriate and humiliate me, 'one of my lesbian friends...'

"He told me to kneel on the bed. He took off his jacket and pulled out a thick brown leather dog collar, a real one, for some big dog not a cute one for girls. It was too big for me but it gave the desired effect of making me feel further humiliated. Normally this scene would arouse me intensely but I was still angry with him for leaving me alone at the Howard Johnson. He put a smelly blindfold on me, a thick padded one, for sleeping I suppose, that allows no light in and certainly no peeking. “Get on your hands and knees.” A cold drop of fear descended in my chest momentarily. He pushed my shoulders down so my face and breasts were against the bed and my ass was up in the air."

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