I started to speak, "No talking slave." she said moving the shock polein my direction. I choked of my words. She placed a collar withattached leash ar...und my neck. I hadn't even seen her get it. She ledme toward a doorway. She opened the door and I was lead inside. Whatgreeted my eyes was a large dungeon room with devices throughout. SomeI recognized, but most I didn't.In one corner stood a large throne like chair in front of the chair wasa wooden stock. I was led toward the stock and ordered. I was also a real sissy as a k**, terrible at sports, threw like a girl, did very few real boy things. My best friend and I discovered porn and masturbation together. My mom didn’t watch what we were doing too closely, so we used to jerk off down my basement like all the time. We would get a Playboy or some other skin mg and just go to town. He would catch his load in his hand and dump it down the sink (what a waste) but I would usually shoot my load on the floor(another waste) or sometimes. "Yeah, I do. Aunt Jo doesn't get off work until four, you'll have time."Heather nodded and slowly smiled."I really don't have much more to say," Cassie said as she gazed at Richie. He had been unusually quiet that morning, his attention focused elsewhere. He appeared like he had not had much sleep, same as Diane. "We know what we're supposed to do." Maybe someone can fill me in later as to what's going on," Heather said."Yeah. Tomorrow," Melinda said.Heather gave her a puzzled look. "Why would. "I never got your name." I looked towards the dusted floors as I felt his breathing on the back of my neck and his hand moved along mine opening the door. As he did so I slowly moved my body in with his body following behind me as his arms never budged from my body.We moved slowly towards the bed as we reached the side of the bed he turned me around and softly pressed his lips against mine. I moved my hands around his underneath his jacket pulling our bodies closer together. I felt his hands.