By noon, over one and a half million people had converged there, with hundreds more continuing to arrive by the moment.By 12:20, Jorge Guerrillero was...finally able to make his way through the hordes of people to the soundtruck that had been donated by a sympathetic merchant. He was met there by Maria Velazquez, who had herself only just managed to wend her way through the throng to the truck. It had taken each of them nearly an hour to get through the crowd to the rendezvous point."Jorge, you. “Move then!!!” mom ordered as she thought that I was being half soaked with my attitude.Then I made the play, heart beating 10 to the dozen.“You get undressed then!” I said, not believing that I actually said it.“W. . W . . . What, what do you mean?” mom stumbled to reply, shocked that I just asked her to take her clothes off.“You just told me I’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about being naked in front of you, so why don’t you practice what you preach.?” I replied.Mom still half bent then. Role play and submission are fun and natural ways to express sexuality among consenting adults, and it is certainly not about torture and suffering. I have the utmost respect for the BDSM community, and I am grateful for the opportunity to publish on this highly trafficked site. Please take this story as the work of a lonely, angry man, and not the work of a representative of the BDSM community in anyway.THE PROLOGUEJessica's head was throbbing. She didn't know where she was, or how she got. "It must be for you little Charlotte."Charlie rolled his eyes. His mother chastised his father for picking onhis son."Let me get a look at you," his mother said as Charlie prepared to leavethe apartment."You look fine," she said, giving her son a hug. "Put in a good dayswork." You know I will, ma," he said, hugging her in return.The mister fancy pants was Myron, who waited patiently for the young boyto climb into the carriage."I suppose I could give you a hand," he said as he lifted Charlie.