” and he laughed loudly. At the top of the street was indeed a bar, nowhere I had ever been. It looked classy, and I was glad I had worn a shirt ou... tonight. The bouncer at the door didn't check our ID’s, but welcomed us straight in, and we wandered to the bar. Harry leaned over and ordered us a couple of beers and we wandered to a booth in the corner. “So,” he said, cutting the top off his beer, “Whereabouts are you from?” “Leeds,” I answered, “yourself?” “Well, I've been most places. (If you areunaware, as yet, of your own personal interests, preferences, fetishes,perversions, and obsessions, you can identify them by backtracking, as itwere, from the types of stories that you read. For example, if you reada lot of gay male fiction, you're obviously interested in sex betweenmen. Ask yourself why. There is a reason; in fact, there are apt to beseveral reasons.)Writers, I believe, have a moral obligation to depict the types of sexthat they enjoy, even if others are. “Not that hole stupid” I said mischievously.And the moment I said that, his face went pale. It was as if he couldn’t believe what was about to happen to him next. He almost begged me for it. He was losing control over himself, to such an extent that he almost rushed to pull the entire blanket away from my naked body. I made him lose control over himself. I had that power and I was loving it.I relaxed, taking both my hands back to support my body, and said “Go ahead”He burst out a huge smile of. It would give strong support to my back muscles,and reduce my waist measurement significantly. It would fasten at thefront, with the usual split front busk similar to my other two corsets,but the busk would have to be about an inch longer, and be a heavy dutyversion to cope with my desired degree of tight lacing.I spent a long time thinking about the lacing. Experience had shown methat front lacing was easier to manage; but it could not be denied thatthe back lacing would be more preferable if.