My first reaction to imprisonment had of course been anger and an urge to escape. But since then something inside me had insidiously begun to whisper...that there were erotic possibilities in my helplessness, and I made no protest when my ankles too were locked to the bars. “An hour?” I said, incredulously. “That’s right. We’ll do everything we can to make you come, and you must stop yourself coming. But it’s no use closing your eyes and thinking of something else: you have to hold your erection. And I had been turned on incredibly during that first weekend.Then I thought about all those feelings I'd had this last weekend when I'd got those photos – humiliation, loneliness, inadequacy, a sense of being rejected and ignored – anger even. And then how I'd felt when Emma had walked through the door and made me suck up her lover's cum. I'd been both humiliated and turned on like never before. I'd been hard as a rock in my cage. My feelings were complicated. Oxymoronic, if that was a word.'I. ”“It may surprise you but that’s not the way it is between us. We haven’t had a mother-son relationship for several years. For reasons you would understand if you knew her well, it’s really quite the opposite. It’s more like I’m her guardian.”“I’m going to go to the restroom and freshen up.”“I’ll wait here for you.”Jake lay in the bed wondering what he could do to get Leanne to stop worrying about his age. He became aware that Leanne and Ellen were talking.Ellen, I’m having a hard time with you. In answer, she pressed her hand on top of mine, essentially choking herself. At that point, I thought it was safe to assume she was on board, so I pushed down into her throat, depriving her of any air flow. This was when things got really wild. She struggled underneath me, scratching me, grabbing at my hands, her chest heaving in desperation for air to breathe, but whenever I let off, fearing I'd gone too far, she protested miserably, telling me (in an increasingly sore voice) to go on, so I.