’ Michelle handled the interview perfectly drawing out the story of Charlie’s life on his aunt’s farm. She was an expert interviewer relaxing C...arlie until he forgot the cameras and started to talk. Her questions helped him to tell the story of small town life especially the daily grind of farm work milking the cows before school and working picking mangoes or tomatoes after school. Michelle sat and talked with Charlie as the crew packed up and left telling Michelle they would have to leave. "Remember when you said if I ever needed anything to come see you?" she purred, "well, I need something." What would that be?" I asked with my heart pounding.She slid one hand down from my shoulder, and her fingernails ran over my chest hairs between the unbuttoned part of my shirt.I stepped back, took her by the hand, and led her to my office and away from the large front windows. I closed the door and put my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She put her arms around my neck again, and. I shifted again, but the restraints kept my limbs secured to each of the four bedposts. What I wouldn't give to have just one hand free; not that I could do anything with it. My mistress had kept this chastity belt around my waist for two weeks. On the other side of the door, I heard the hum of excited conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. Helplessly, my mind wandered back to my trapped sexuality, which ached for relief unlike never before. I knew Mistress was out there, having. You’ve spent your entire life searching for wisdom. You’ve studied religion, magick, psychology, all of it. You killed your belief in god long before you ever got sick. When you faced that darkness you knew you were the only one there and that you couldn’t answer your own prayer.”Me: “Wait a minute, You’re saying I’m mad at myself?”Friend: “Yes.”I felt the truth of his words and it was like he had run me through with a sword. I was speechless. It took me a couple of days to process what he had.