This was stuff from the old days, before the Bush Revelations. It had stories, pics and vids, and all of it was about bondage and that kind of stuff. ...ell, it had even had tutorials. But it was getting old, after all these years. He wanted a girlfriend. A real girl he could kiss and do all that other stuff with. Not that that was going to happen -- his mother was pushing him to be a priest. As if! He'd sneak out of the country and go to Europe if he had to, but he was not becoming one of those. Upping my pace, I glide across her skin like a snake searching for its prey. Taking care to distribute my weight evenly. Never an uneven step. Never stepping through the thin membrane of frozen snow beneath. With a racing heart, I approach her first crack. Only I can see the slight dent in her white garments, covering the fissure below. I jump, aided by a sharp thrust with my pole.Feet dancing on snow, making sure my light footsteps are visible as I soar forwards. Landing on firm snow several. Nidhi got her share of scolding for forgetting to remind me more than once. Finally I raised my hand and said I accept all responsibility for the chaos in the house. As we all sat down and relaxed and discussed how the day had went, my mom-in-law reminded me of her rules in her house and said “You both deserve to be punished”. I expected her to give some canings on my hands and said “Mom, it was all my fault, please spare Nidhi”. “Both of you are at fault, but since Nidhi’s fault is minor I. “I’m going to try to undo this,” she said.“Thanks.”She waved the wand and said, “You can lie again.” She looked at him, expectantly.“Nothing,” he said. “I mean I didn’t feel anything.”“Do you want to make love with me?” she asked.“Desperately,” he sighed.She frowned. It hadn’t worked. Why hadn’t it worked? More to the point, why had it worked when she told him to be truthful?She thought back to what she’d done. The gestures with the wand were something she’d practiced so much that they came.