I deduce that some who claim such may have a deep religious conviction, their beliefs, I’ve no cause to doubt their recall. Logically, if the heart ...tops (that moment before I died), then the flow of blood to the brain ceases, If the brain stops, then there cannot be a memory.For the next few weeks, I was shit scared to do anything; rehab soon set me straight on that thought, “You’re not sick get the finger out and exercise” So a rigorous regime of torture was implemented. A brisk walk around. Knowing that Tom is probably watching me makes me squirm in my seat.Suddenly, I hear the sound of a zipper slowly opening and my eyes fly open to the sight of Tom slowly, teasingly sliding his zipper down. I lick my lips in lustful anticipation and am suddenly shocked to note that Tom is staring right at me, obviously loving my reaction. I openly turn my gaze back down to the sight of Tom's cock covered by a tight red leather thong jutting forth from his now fully opened zipper."You like to. Domestication and sexual servitude have become the onlysuitable roles for me in her eyes.?? She of course shows littleconcern when leaving me in ether state of?physical or mental undress and will go up for the decadent luxury of asteaming hot bubble bath. On these nights, after about an hour or so, she willreappear in nothing but her open bath robe to check on me. Being almost nakedherself, she likes to keep me busy around the house with a string mop orfeather duster; that is if I am not using. She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.“I’ve been feeling bad about what happened the other day,” she said quietly.“Don’t feel bad about it, Shamita,” I replied, “We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn’t have to happen again.”Shamita brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. “I know,” she said, looking me straight in the eye, “and it WAS fun, wasn’t it?”“You want the truth?” I asked..