”“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right out.” Becca closed the door.“I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Megan.“No, it’s o...ay. Mom and Dad probably got a little busy and she’s still getting dressed.” Ashley giggled as she said it.Megan grinned. “Like you and Nick?”Ashley smiled. “I’m taking the Fifth on that.”Megan snorted, but any response stopped when the bedroom door opened. Becca slipped out quietly and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a halter-topped calf-length. When we first got together, Jack alluded to the fact that we would be a couple, a family. We got on well together, and especially when I would go to visit him. We never let the geographical distance come between us, until recently. He lives in a small resort town, a couple of hours south of Seattle, and it was a wonderful spot for a vacation. We were compatible, or so it seemed, until I got home from my last visit for Thanksgiving of 2007. Our time together was great, wonderful in. I feel the need for blood, a need I had never felt before. The room is so dark, dark like the street was, but yet I can see fine. I can make out every little detail in the room. I can tell I am trapped away in a dungeon, lit only by candles. For now I am alone. Looking around, I see so many devices. More chains, gallows, handcuffs, erotic outfits, collars, leashes, spikes, leather restraints, and a bed off to the side of the room that has a canopy closed. Maybe I am not alone, but I can hear. Ooze drips from my erection as I see what I have missed; a sleek, sly-eyed minx sheathed in shiny leather, with a spectacular figure that the corset only accentuates. For the first time in my life I am standing between two perfect 10s, and I am less than zero, a negative number. "What is this, Take a Sissy to Work Day?" the leather mistress asks mine, deviltry dancing in her eyes. "Where are all the real men today?" "Not here," my mistress assures her. "This one you barely touch and he.