I resented it nonetheless, mean spirited man that I am, and looked up from my prone position with a frown, dignity assailed. But when I saw that she w...s laughing as much at her own predicament as mine, I couldn't help but transform the frown into a grin.She had landed on her bottom, legs akimbo, and her long red ringlets of hair had flopped forward, vaulting the crown of her head to hide her eyes. The basket was upended in her lap, and one of her bottles had chosen not to roll but rather to. " Why, what happened?" The same thing as every other day, I can't go anywhere with outpeople touching me and asking for autographs, I hate it." It's not that bad is it?" How would you like it guys kept whistling at you and making cruderemarks, they're such pigs." You sound just like a woman," whispered Brenda, "I wouldn't mind." Wait until it happens to you, you'll see. The worse was some guy thatwouldn't take no for an answer, he kept bugging me to go out with himand I finally said yes, yuk.". I do not need to see rivers of bl**d, just a trickle for me to whet my appetite. People think I am a nice person but it is merely a front to protect myself, and a ploy to lure the unsuspecting in. I love to see females suffer physically but there is also the exquisite gratification of watching them in emotional pain like dumping them the day after they have fallen in love with me… ecstasy! I build their little egos up with false attention and insincere flattery then, like a bored infant. But her agony was not yet over, for no sooner had I had rounded her slumped frame than the Dom grabbed me again by the cock and led me between those white, weedy legs criss-crossed with weals to where the tortured crack glared up at me. ‘Now you get to fuck!’ said the Dom with glee. ‘Fuck her ‘til she screams for mercy!’ I was of course horrified, but too deep into it now to refuse. Besides, who knew what horrible torture the Dom would dream up for the girl if I did not comply. So gingerly, I.