It was a large room. Easily 50 feet across. In the center of the room was a sunken seating pit. In the center of which was a chrysanthemum bonsai.On t...e walls of the room, there were small brass plaques. As Garcia led us around the room. He pointed out the plaques. “Mr. Holt, these are my ghosts. Welcome to our remembrance hall. All of our family members that have passed are remembered here.” he pointed to a specific plaque. “This is my mother. She was a member of the Folly’s crew all of her. ... I waited for her to get home it was past 11 and well past the time my grandmother went to bed. I went out to the yard to go for a walk but I really only had one intent... to spy on the neighbor.It turned out that She would not disappoint. She arrived home somewhat early for her and as she drove up into the yard I got ready.I picked a dark spot where I had a clear view through the window and waited to see what would happen. She walked in dressed in a loose yellow and pink print summer dress. Oh I forgot to mention one thing that I was laying on the bed only in my underwear as my Didi had removed my shorts and t-shirt before she started sponging me.The time my Didi was moving the wet sponge on my thighs I was feeling very unusual and was getting an erection I was feeling ashamed for the same but was not able to control it. My Didi noticed it and asked me:Didi : Rahul what is this for (looking at the bulge which was formed under my Undies) I was left speechless and I just closed my. It is wet, as demanded by Master.4) Most elaborate, and expensive of all, is the combination cock-ring tit-clamp devise that I wear. They are tied into a beeper strapped to my chest with duct tape. The beeper is one of the more physical ways Master controls me. With a single phone call, he takes control of the unit and can send an electric shock to my tits or cock and balls. Pushing another code into the phone tightens either the clamps or the ring, painfully so I might add. I have never seen.