Long ago, I'd attached the whole cross to a frame, all the better to pivot my specimen to my liking. I gave it a whirl and it glided smoothly about, r...minding me of a gyroscope.Everything was perfect, except for my outfit. I hardly felt ready to utilize my strong body while wearing cutoff shorts and a white crop top. So, into my fetish closet I went! My sub was in for a world of pain that night, so I needed an outfit that was aggressive and feminine, yet wouldn't limit my range of motion.I had. What happened inside that tent was part of a complex social landscape I couldn’t begin to understand. All these men looked more or less the same to me, and I would want absolutely none of them as my neighbour or even on the same airplane as me. (Yes, I do remember my last journal, thank you. I’m describing my emotional response, not my rational one.) Asim made me shake a few hands, but after some curious glances people caught on to my status as his servant and lost interest. In fact, one pushed. She can think after seeing the partner. I asked if I will be the partner. She Said YES. All the discussion was on Phone only.Next we met in the restaurant again. It was something different. It was a different look. She was unable to look me straight to my face. Few days went because she was in a job & I was in a job. On a rainy night I was talking with her. Discussion came to sex. I told that I can’t wait. On that day I asked her to put her finger on her vagina. In & out. Again & again. She was. [Amanda]I was dancing to Brandi's song when someone hit me in the back. I was off balance and fell to my hands and knees. But my back began to feel icy cold and suddenly I could not breathe. The light became too bright to see and I remember closing my eyes. When I opened them I was on a hard floor naked with my wrists in padded cuffs. The cuffs were red leather about 3 or 4 inches wide with small locks on the buckles and a big lock between the rings on each cuff. I was not in Kansas anymore and.