After work, I go home (actually to Katherine?s home, technically I am homeless) and literally the first thing I do when I get in the door is put some ...ind of gag in my mouth. Right now, in fact, I have a huge inflatable dildo in my mouth with the pump hanging off the end. I am standing in Katherine?s backyard wearing nothing but a large rigid collar, a pair of chunky high heels and a face full of makeup. I am tied with white rope around the knees, wrists, and elbows. My hands are tightly. That was our relationship, we never acted upon it and our flirtation never crossed any lines. Though I admit to fantasizing about what it must be like to be on the receiving end of a blow job from her. Her face was round and her jaw line was chiseled and her smile was big and bright. Her lips were full and soft judging by the kisses I got from her each time she visited me. “If you were dropped off, how were you planning on getting home,” I asked. She leaned back a bit, removing her pony tail. ’ Was it nervousness that made her retract? Surely there was something there in those moments, and so the chase of seduction, a dance from time immemorial, begins. It is beginning tonight. ‘How about you tell me the story on our way to the movie theater after this?’ I say, and signal to the waiter to bring our check. She pulls out her wallet to pay her half, and says, laughing with the spontaneity of it, ‘Alright.’ I hold the door for her as we exit the restaurant, and listen to her Thank You.. I was utterly astonished at the coincidence a very familiar chill soonstarting to run up and down my spine as she talked, and anxious to leaveas quickly as possible I thanked her for her time determined to find outwhat I could about the history of the arcade on the Internet.Next day disappointed at not finding anything I called the number on herbusiness card to see if she could help me any further. An elderly man'svoice answered and when I asked to speak to one of their lady assistantscalled.