"Children before puberty and undergoing its throes (younger than 16 forgirls and 17 for boys) are immune from the valley's effects.Permanent Character...:Feel free to use the Bells and the Parks in any stories, but if you planto make them major characters or inject serious changes in their livesor character, please ask first.Alice Bell--is in her early thirties, small (5'2") and slender, muscularwithout being hard, handsome rather than pretty with wavy, strawberryblonde hair that falls just below. They could see nothing but what was directly in front of them. Their old man titties drooped under their chests, held down by attached weights as they shuffled forward. Their leashes led to a singular figure, behind them, and soon a familiar face walked into view.“Beatrice!” Heather exclaimed, stopping the old matron in her tracks.She looked somewhat different from their first meeting at Queen Shit, but it was definitely her. Beatrice had dyed her hair from white to blonde and was decked out in. One evening almost thirty years ago a very nervous, middle aged, slightly balding man had taken the stage in obvious discomfort and read one of the most powerful pieces of poetry Mike had heard in a long, long time. The poem, couched in references to Christ's prayers before his crucifixion, was an appeal to God to lift the burden of manhood from a suffering soul.Not a subject brought up lightly or often. The room was filled with a stunned silence for long moments when the man finished, then. I was shaking with anticipation and some fear it was only our 2nd time and here I was bound up by a woman who had a whip, but what else? I need not have worried though, she started flicking the whip across my chest and stomach then she lightly whipped my cock and balls, I thought my cock was going to burst. She laughed and said Oooh who's a naughty boy that likes a bit of pain then and proceeded to hit me harder now my cock was bursting. Suddenly she stopped and did nothing, I was quivering.