I swear you know my thoughts in my head, because as soon as I think it, you respond with "Yes, I can do that." "Do you by chance recall how many you o...ed me?" I don't answer, but have a good idea of how many. Still in awe that old punishments are able to be rolled over like that. But I do not question, I just keep quiet and kind of shrug my shoulders in hopes your number is lower than the one in my head which is close to triple digits. I recalled that I had problems with manners, obedience, and. He kissed me and headed out for work. I had tried to suck him off before he went but he was running late as it was after I had teased him by bending over in the bathroom as I picked up his towels and he’d fucked me against the wet room walls.The shoot bolts snapped locking me in and I heard his car drive off.I loaded the washer. I had practised being feminine after watching films with Daddy. He got hard whenever we watched boys in lingerie mince about and I knew that I was being shown these. "I mean, did you give Oliver a blowjob or something? Last I knew you didn't go for guys." It's my voice, Sam," I told him. "I've had a sort of ... epiphany with it. That's why the Turandot write-up. And that's why this. Listen." I hammered out another A over the phone, full voice."Jesus," he said. "It's hard to get much over a cell, but that sure sounded ... different from the Nick Volker I remember." It is. I'm not the same singer. You'll know for sure when that call comes in."Another pause,. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl." Carl?" you say questioningly, without actually meaning to do so..