He expected me to be under control. I continued to struggle. He released one of my hands so that he could slap me. I took the blow so there would be e...idence of a struggle. Also he could no longer hold me with the other hand because I kneed him in the testicles. He had only the one hand he held me with available to catch himself as he sank to his knees. I knew where the ceramic pencil was and while the second one stood in shock, I recovered it.First I stabbed the larger one standing there open. She then tied a cloth blindfold around my head, and remarked that it would ease the anxiety of awaiting the dom’s arrival.For the next fifteen minutes I was left in a state of high anxiety; during that time I could sense the Mistress moving about the dungeon, not knowing just what she was doing. At that point I heard the footsteps of someone descending the stairway, and knew that it was the dom.My blindfold was removed and I found myself face to face with my gay tormentor. He was about 5’9, of. He wasn't young and good looking anymore. He knew he wouldn't win Annie back now that he was dead. Frank realized he had drifted back into the town again and hovered some hundred meters above the hospital. 'What a coincidence,' he thought. It was almost as if God wanted to give him a suggestion. Frank didn't believe in higher beings but now he had an option. Frank descended as fast as he could.He recalled the feeling he had had in the elevator when that young body had tried to pull him towards. Finally, about 30 minutes before we needed to go, she had an idea.Now, Betty was a size 2 stylist and keep very good care of herself. Sex with her was always incredible and she loved to suck cock. I mean REALLY LOVED IT.She summoned me over as she sat on the couch and was telling me to calm down as it was minor surgery and she was going to take care of me during my recuperation. I explained to her that I had prior problems with anesthesia and she tried to assure me it was going to be OK.Still.