She used to suggest kinky ideas to me, and I was never sure how much of this she meant, fantasised, or just wanted to test me...
On so many occasions, I would fear her suggestions, yet at the same time wish she was serious by acting them out. I was still rather a jealous boyfriend - my self-esteem was lacking.
I vividly remember an occasion - we were a nightclub, dancing away - where she told me under the noise of the music, that she wants to be an anonymous sex slave for one evening. I was not fully comprehending what she was saying. It was summer, she dressed in a very skimpy outfit. The club was on two levels and when we walked up the wide stairwell, it was easy to see her panties from below. She loved this and flaunted it. Upstairs had a lounge-type lay-out, with separate sets of furniture - couches with a coffee-table in the middle, almost crating natural closed-off areas for groups of friends to chat. We walked past these "booths", and suddenly she said "This one". There was a bunch of guys - about 6 of them, and only one girl. She took me by the hand, and walked up to the guys. She simply said, matter-of-factly while looking at them: "Hi, I am your slave for the next hour."
Then she turned to me, and spoke closely into my ear, simply stating "You can leave now and save yourself, or you can watch and help me out of my clothes." I was speechless, and she took matters in her own hands without hesitation. She started unbuttoning her top so her boobs started to show, and slinked up to the only other girl. She whispered something into the girl's ear, they winked and exchanged smiles. Then she slipped her hand over the next guy's crotch, just a bit too obvious.