Visitings the Dun Bare Bar
Janis struggled against the ropes that tied her arms high above her head. but it was a mock struggle. More meant to arouse and tease than any ideas of escaping. Her Master walked around, searching in the closet for the perfect outfit for her to wear. “The Dun Bare Bar, is slavery supported. Sexual slavery of cource, but most of the girls who serve there are unwilling. So. You won’t talk to them, and you won’t feel pity for them.” He picked up a short black mini and a see through white shirt for her to wear and went about untieing her. “But Master, how do they keep the girls there unwillingly?” She asked as she began to get dressed. Underwear wasn’t allowed and the skirt showed a bit of her pussy, and a bit …