Although it did come pretty close. My mate and his wife discussed it at length a few times (in full and the story/fantasy detailed is as close to what...I think we were talking about, although how it happens/begins is obviously my take on things). They had enquired as to whether I would be up for joining them in a three some, with some bi contact thrown in. My initial reaction was of course shock and horror. I had always known John (the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent!!). We didn't haveenough classes together for that. We didn't really have much in common atall, except for that we knew we liked each other. But still, whenever I sawher in the hallway, I would always wave and say hi, and she would say hi tome. About a year later I met her again, this time at lunch. With her shoulderlength blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, it was odd to me how beautifulI thought she was. All the boys I had ever dated had had dark hair and tanskin, but she was more beautiful. “You both have had enough rest and recovery. Janice, how many more strokes can you take?” This as he tugged hard on my nipples.A heartfelt voice I barely recognized responded, “I’ve been a bad girl. You can punish me with ten more strokes.”Kim queried my husband, “You’ve been a naughty boy too. How many more strokes of the bamboo can you take?”Richard was slow to respond. “I can take ten strokes too. One for each one my wife takes.” And then he gripped my fingers again.God,” I thought, ‘I wish. There was certainly no eagerness in his body language, and his dick was making no effort to get hard inside his cage. He'd had plenty of practice with the dildo. Clearly, becoming a cocksucker was not something he was looking forward to. That figured. He saw nothing in it for him. His loss, as far as I was concerned. There is something thrilling about controlling another man's pleasure. But he was used to being controlled, so I figured that aspect of his previous life would help him deal with.