We call it love.”I had heard of this condition many times too.“Do you consider yourselves married?” I asked.She looked down at her left hand, on...the third finger of which lay a diamond engagement ring.“That’s a sore point,” she replied firmly. “We can’t be married - but we’re definitely engaged. Nothing can stop us making that commitment to each other. It’s just going to be a very long engagement, that’s all.”“Would you want to get married if you could?” I asked.“More than anything else in the. We had just had three-hour raw in the bedroom. Both of us are satisfied now we are in a different domain. The domain of pain in blood in whipping and needles and all sorts of perverse things. She begins with needles. She's looking for the right spot to sink in two. Near me she's feeling beneath my left armpit in line with my left nipple. She pinches a wad of flesh squeezes it hard. As she listens the pressure she plays has the needle over her chosen spot. lessens the pressure okay edit here out. I don’t want to be the one to tell Jimi you died doing something you knew was dangerous.”Jimi got hooked on the local theater guild productions, we got season passes and often took friends along to enjoy something a little different. Three of the companies I was involved with were patrons, as well as my company and Jimi and I individually. I worked summers in construction growing up and I often helped with set construction. Jimi came along, painting, sanding, everything she could do to help. One last preparation remained, an electric, automatic masturbator was wheeledinto position behind cocksucker. The dildo attached to its pump arm had nothingto do with pleasure, however, it was a foot long, two inch diameter tube ofsolid black plastic, covered all over its surface with tiny, sharply honedplastic spikes. The thick blunt end of this evil instrument was pushed up againstthe pout of cocksucker's open arse pit, and allowed to remain there while weother slaves were attended to. Slave.