..I faintly hear the front doorbell ring, I wonder who that could be? Shortly afterwards I hear the door being opened, and very faint muffled sounds o... my Mistress's voice and the voice of the mystery guest, I can't pick out any distinct words. I hear the door being shut. There's footsteps towards the living room, and another set of footsteps heading towards the door of my dungeon. I stand at the bottom of the short stairway, looking up to the door when I hear that sound I love to hear, my. So to whom do you suppose they gave a copy of Do-It! a couple of weeks ago? Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth II, Queen of England, Scotland, Wales and other assorted pieces of real estate. Now there’s a deserving charity for you! No way could she afford to spring for a copy.” Everyone howled with laughter, particularly the girls.“Anyway, when I find they can do something in less than one megabyte that the finest computer geniuses in the world insist can’t be done at all, I have to conclude I’m. I had two other flat mates and there was a rule about bringing men home. To my disappointment, there was a “hello” thrown back to me. “We’re in the lounge” a voice popped up from around the corner. “Right, I’m off to bed, I’ve got a headache from drinking” I lied. I couldn’t let them see him and I was desperate to get him inside. His flat was being overrun with a lads night in, there was no way we were going back to his place. Earlier, I had been on a date set up by a friend of mine who. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I him. I wouldn’t cave, I’ve never caved! With my hands fastened so that I couldn’t use them without choking I still felt like I had control. I was wrong.I was.