The onlyproblem was, I was on the table! I had been in the BDSM scene for some time and certainly had enjoyed avariety of things. One of the techniqu...s I had developed was the abilityto transfer my focus to different parts of my body; a way to takeinventory, if you will, as to what was happening. I was doing so now andstarting at my feet, they still felt hyper extended and I thereforeassumed that I was still in the high heel trainer. Next was my legs, . .. . . . nothing! I moved up my body. In every raid there were inevitably captives with severe injuries, some so severe that they would probably be fatal or maim the captive for life and some that might be survivable. The decision on whether or not to spend precious time and resources trying to save them was mine and mine alone.Sigurd spotted us approaching and weaved his way through the rows of wounded towards us. He inquired briefly as to the status of our own casualties then moved on to the business at hand.“My Lord, we’ve. The conversation soon changed to a happier note as they asked about me, which with the candour of youth, I regaled them with for some time. As we finished supper, I asked if I could help clear away, but was firmly told that this was Susan’s job, and that seemed to be the end of the matter. Fred was, it seemed, away a lot, but when he was at home he ruled the house with a firm and ordered grip, making it very clear that they each had their own roles to play.My first few months went very quickly,. "After a moment I continued, "So how did it happen to you?"So Josie told me...*****Interlude - Josie's story:It was this morning. Today was an ordinary Monday morning. I was ridingmy bike past the dump to school.I looked and I noticed Brian was inside the dump, looking over an the oldlamp. I stopped to watch to see what he'd do.Then Brian said something, and all this light surrounded him. I couldtell from his face that he wasn't expecting this, so I knew it was thefirst time he'd used the lamp..