“Is your Mrs your Mistress?” I asked him.“No, she isn’t and I beg you please don’t tell her. She won’t understand,” he begged me.“Of c...urse, I won’t,” I reassured him I would keep his secret.I just sat there staring at him, I had so many questions. I didn’t want to scare him off but I wanted to know if a male and female submissives were alike. I hadn’t met a male submissive before so my mind started filling with questions faster than I could dismiss them. There was one thing that I wanted to. Well, you will pay, pay and pay again for it and I will take enormous pleasure in ensuring you never have neither the ego, strength nor pride to put another human being in such a position. You will pay John, andpay for the rest of your miserable life. All your life you have given grief to others, Let us see how you like it, now that the shoe will be on the other foot. Your unending nightmare is about to begin. Welcome to the terror dome?Flashback-OneJohn was apprehensive as he knocked softly on. Shikijou: Stop. If you took that blow your skull should have been smashed. The shock should have reached your brain, and you should be unable to move a muscle. And yet... you made my hands shake. (glancing down at his hands, which have been gripped so hard they're torn and shivering). I like you, kid. How about it. Forget Battousai and join us.Sanosuke: What?Shikijou: We don't care about your background. All that matters is that you're strong. I was originally a spy from Satsuma, on the side of. The main reason I forget it was the garage/junk yard call with the news on the Toyota. "So Tim what's verdict," I asked after some small talk."It's worse than we first thought. Some how the starter locked and shorted out the wiring. Didn't you smell the computer burn up?" he asked."There was no burning smell at all," I said."Well every module was burned up. The fuse panel for some reason allowed enough current to make toast of it all." he said."Okay what's the bottom line," I asked."The car is.