"Pretty much, yes. After all, they wouldn't make a point with you, would they? After all, you couldn't go to the club without me. You wouldn't be invited without me." Stephen shrugged. "It's not that they were testing you. They were proving a point, and they did, in a way."
Stephen chuckled. "Yes, I'm quite aware of what I am, and I'm certainly right, theoretically and practically. I didn't say that you wanted a leash, and don't expect you to say it, even once you realise that I'm right. Truth is, you'll need something radical, something totally different from what we do. If you're so opposed to this, it'll be something else you'll equally hate. This is probably the least offensive choice, at least in your view. You really don't want me to gag you there, drool coming out of your mouth, totally exposed, lips stretched around a ring, just right to put a cock in there. Leashes, directly on piercings on cocks and pussies. You seriously don't want me to get creative. So yeah, you'll wear one, because it's best, and when we scene, I'll show it to you."