I was surprised at how openly Mehek welcomed me, to the point of sharing her room with me without any complaints. She was a total sweetheart. I had al...ays been taught that family comes first, and while Mehek had been born and raised in the US, she was just like me in her cultural values. Mehek introduced me to her friends, showed me around her town, and helped me settle in and acclimate to my new life. We were cousins by blood, but friends, and pretty soon best friends by choice. We hung out. He liked daytime TV. He suspected that if he stopped watching, it might pucker up into itself, like one might expect one’s anus to do if one were to fall forcefully on a greased lemon. It may very well have just been the drugs, but he noticed that when he stopped paying attention to something, pretty soon, it just stopped existing. So, really, there were a lot of people depending on him. John was single. His last girlfriend had carried on with a lot of shit, nagging. She had always gone on. She replied, “Oh yeah. That was Reginald. He is a friend of mine. He works with another friend of mine and I am helping him prepare his taxes.” I smiled to myself and the conversation moved on to other topics. Dinner was delicious, we finished the bottle of wine and opened another. As the warm, fuzzy effect of the wine took over, Gracie’s language got a bit saltier and she even told a few dirty jokes. At one point she was standing at a kitchen counter pouring wine for us and I decided to just. As I sat there in tremendous pain from the nipple clamps and no possibility of escape I was both terrified and excited. I was now truly in inescapable bondage and being "made" to do something against my will. It seemed like an eternity before Angel returned. "I'm back." she announced. I heard her walking around the room for a while before she removed my blindfold."Are you ready to talk now?" "Yes" I quickly responded. "But will you please remove the clamps again?" "I think not, this time. I.