"Yes, Sir," I gave up.I walked over to the table as Mike walked up to the counter and ordered a breakfast platter for me. Why did that tone always mak... me obey him? Well, it usually succeeded, but it hadn't worked on bringing me back to his bed. I downed the last of my beer and wondered if silver bullets or a cross and stake would kill an immortal God?"No such luck, you can't kill me. I am one of the oldest Gods. They tried that when Atlantis sank to the bottom of the ocean, but as you can see,. I have always cum quickly so when I got time I often tied myself up so as to stop myself wanking and so I could dream about being captive and what my Dom or Domme might do to me. I sat on the bed, inserted my vibrating dildo in my ass, and then tied my legs together tightly, making sure my skirt was up and my little willy exposed. I then tied my wrists with some effort behind my back, although I know with time I could get out of them again, then lied down, shut my eyes and dreamed of myself. His new hands didn't quite reach around her back, but her arms surrounded him. He suddenly felt safe, which was crazy, because it was his arms that were wrapped around him, and his arms that were making him feel safe.But it was the body he was in that felt those arms, and melted against his old body, clinging to it while his new body sobbed. He felt frustration and embarrassment. He never cried like this. Girls cried like this."It's going to be okay," his deep voice assured him.A strange thing. How could I have missed all this?I took all this in for a split second, but my gesture of turning slightly towards her was misinterpreted. The eyes flashed.“Save it, Graham,” she snapped. “I don’t want to talk about it; I don’t want your sympathy. I’m here because Zena would not let up until I did.”Wow! Some opening. This was why I had always kept a distance. She didn’t really like me at all! So why had she come? I was irked because I hadn’t wanted to come either, annoyed, but I suppressed it –.