"Now, Nick," she started. "That's right, isn't it? Nick Volker? I looked it up, it's what the program says." I smiled and nodded again. "OK, Nick, the...program also gives a bit of your history. And it doesn't match up with tonight, does it? Or with what I heard backstage afterwards?" Not really, I suppose," I admitted."Want to tell me about it?"I knew what she meant, all right. I cleared my throat; how to say this and not sound like an idiot?"Well, I realized recently that I haven't been. What's the matter?" Well............... I'm a Masochist!"I was not expecting that!"I like to be used, abused, whipped, beaten... " What! " was all i could manageAnna stood up and removed the dressing gown, revealing her nakedness and various bruises, cuts and on her back faded marks that could only have been made by a whip."I need this, but Barry cant do it anymore. I need a new master and I want it to be you." You can do whatever you like to me, i will be your slave. You can beat me, hurt me,. As I stared down at that mass of long straight blonde hair I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned and saw her legs rubbing together laid out along the floor next to mine. I watched intently as those long slender silky legs rubbed against each other for what seemed like forever until I felt a twitching in my trousers. I quickly averted my gaze back to my shoulder to find two beautiful big blue eyes staring up at me through the thin panes of glass that made up her glasses.We. I had this vision of sitting on the table in front of him with my legs spread offering him my hot juicy cunt to eat.My brain was turning into goop. So many emotions, so many wants, desires, and needs, all rolled up into one big ball inside me. This was real, the hot sexy stud at my kitchen table was real, and I had to have him. All those months of online and phone sex were pushing me over the edge. As I sank deeper into my carnal being I felt the urges of a sex-starved feline, on the prowl,.