.. or her designated priestess as it turns out, as she entered the henge for her sacrifice.Her golden brown, reddish hair swayed softly in the slight ...ight breeze, made to look as part of the bonfire by the flames lighting it from behind. A golden circlet around her head glinting in the fire and moonlight. Her green eyes transfixed on a focal point somewhere in the distance as the drums began anew.She began her dance of seduction around the alter as I lay there, my eyes half open to see the. I used to really enjoy these sessions. I guess I was quitesubmissive. Once she actually locked me inside the house naked, with mywrists bound together, telling me to finish my chores before shereturned. Needless to say, I finished them. And I got my reward laterthat night.Then it happened. During one of our steamy sessions, she had me bound tothe bed panting in anticipation when a naughty glint came to her eyes."You know what Brian, you are such a pretty boy, you could pass off fora girl. I sauntered over to the ladies’ camp and found them cheerfully sitting around chatting and finishing off a big cauldron of chicken soup. They offered me a small bowl, but I declined. Wandering back to the men’s side of the camp, separated from the female side by a grove of trees, I found a groups of guys paired off in smaller groups of two or three, arguing over who would gathered up wood for a camp fire. I retreated to my tent, after walking around a bit and checking on things. I settled down. I think he knew that if I was not able to finish my story that there was a very good chance that I would leave. He was right, too!Jean seemed to shrink in her seat. She bowed her head as she said, "I'm sorry."Ben said to her, "Good!"He then turned and nodded at me to continue. I took another few centering breaths and went on."Ok, then. I ran outside and caught a taxi. After changing to another taxi in the center of Paris, I arrived at my hotel. I WAS SO ANGRY! All of my life I had been forced.