“You do know why you are being punished, are you Charles?” “Yes, Queen.” “I do this for the greater good, you know the drill. Kiss the handl... of my flogger.” Kisses were relished on this phallus symbol of lust. He quivered to the sound of the flogger and smiled. He spelled my name 32 times. Each phoneme made his ass cheeks tighten. Each vowel made him quiver. I was enjoying this sight. My pet adored me, and I was his religion, while I cradled him with despotism. The floggings stopped. Charles. Figuring the train wouldn't be too crowded, but crowded enough to where plenty of people could watch.... so now the day comes, and i'm off to the station... i'm there a good 10 minutes before 3.... waiting and waiting, seemed like forever, i looked at my watch and it was 10 after 3... i thought he was gonna be a no show, but just as the next train pulled up, up came this strapping black man, with a hint of gray hair... looked to be about 6'2" and 195 lbs.... it occured to me that i never even. A moment to make up minds that can ruin everything if handled with immaturity; if handled maturely, can be no more than talking about dirty experiences- things people naturally do to satisfy and thrill themselves, a way to live- with broad-minded, intimate friends.. yeah, okay, I can absorb that, be her intimate friend. It was her suggestion and I agreed.Her eyes were still locked with mine, searching for an understanding. After a brief moment of tense silence, I ran my finger gently down her. My professors were sympathetic and I was helped to graduate with my degree in English. There were no jobs out there for me in my field. I tried other kinds of jobs but no one was hiring and I had so many student loans to pay. Our house was paid for so I put it on the market. It wouldn't sell. I had no idea what to do. At last my mother's old room mate from college, Katherine, called me and we had a long talk. She had been at the funeral with all of her children. She was older than mom and all.