I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when they lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desire.... I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My thoughts are drawn to a specific moment in time something sweet that has stayed with me so long after a very special friend shared something with me. With my eyes closed and the music guiding. - Be a good boy...- Open for Sir Edmond here...- Be a good boy...He keeps going and Sir Edmond now touches my lips with his dick, I barely notice as I'm terrified and also sort of mesmerized.- That's ok.- Be a good boy...- Nobody will know.- Be a good boy....- Open...- Be a good boy...- Open for Sir Edmond here...- Be a good boy...- Open for me...- Be a good boy...As he says this, I don't know what happens but my lips open a little, Sir Edmond does not push and just 1 or 2 centimeters of shaft. Without light,without points of reference, without daily events, time becamemeaningless.? I really don't know howlong I was there.? I don't know if I wasdrugged when I was released, or if I was just unconscious. I know this: Iwoke up stretched out in a wooden frame, naked and upright.? The light was so bright, shining right in myface, so I could barely make out the silhouette of My Lady.? She smiled wickedly. "Now,"she whispered into my ear, "nothing brings a slave back into his body. 05 blood alcohol limit). ‘I don’t think that I like that.’ ‘Another choice is that we could adjourn this interesting conversation to my place where, with the help of copious quantities of booze we’ll probably solve all the problems that beset this world of ours and be unable to remember a thing in the cold light of sobriety.’ ‘That seems to me to be a complete waste of time.’ ‘Or. . .’ She looked at me with an interesting expression. ‘We could adjourn to my place and make mad passionate love.