There was a small neon sign above the door, flickering and flashing in pink. It was called pistols. Muffled techno was coming from upstairs. He hammer...d on the door three times, and a slot was swished back. Brooding eyes appeared and then the slot was slid back into place with a clang. Bolts were unlocked slowly and methodically, and the door squeaked open. A stark white face with piercing eyes glared at me from the shadows as I was led to the counter. As Daddy was paying for our entry, the. I couldn't tell which of my memories were false and which were real. In the last day, I can tell which are which, although that damnable man's are still strong. I remembered my betrothal to Weald; I remember how happy I was when he held me in his arms when we danced. The memories of the days after my father told me that the betrothal was off and I was affianced to Prince Kirilin -- I cannot describe the depths of despair I felt."Then I met Kirilin and lost any ability to feel anything; I had no. When I got to the bottom, I straightened out, rechecked my seams and turned the corner of the hall into the recroom. John smiled when he saw me, then reassured me. I must have had wide worried eyes. I know I gasped (and got a little excited too).Sitting next to John in the middle of the recroom was a stand/bench thing. It stood about 7’ tall, but there appeared to be a pivot point where it could be laid out like a bench. There were four 4’ padded arms that also could pivot at the base. Each arm. I looked up to study his body, and noticed his dark chest hairs. I smiled, and blushed deeply, and tried to turn away from his naked form, but he took my face in his hands, and forced me to look at him. “I will say it again. Do not look away from me. Do not be ashamed of what you are doing. Embrace it.” His words were stern, and powerful. “Yes sir.” I could feel myself liking that term for him. After all, it was as if he did have some kind of power over me, and I knew I secretly liked it, and.