But inside, I am not "locked up," I am someone else... and I am often somewhere else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am ...omeone else. When Wayne drops by and takes me somewhere, I am me unless I am Kelly but then all I can see is Wayne. I don't know for sure if Wayne is his name because he has never said it, but that is what I call him. Kelly calls him "Master."My doctors say that Kelly and Wayne are just hallucinations that occur during my seizures, but I. " I want you to use this on ME Mark, cover me with welts so he knows he is not the only man in my life!!" " OK Lyn, but that will sting not like the soft glow you got from when I gave you 30 with the cane , you will need warming up!" Lyn asked, " How?" Mark said, " 37 is not too old to be spanked dear, fetch me a beer then come back and across my knee!" Lyn came back with the beer and a Gin and Tonic for herself took a sip then went over his lap on the sofa "I've never been spanked !" Mark. He was enjoying my squirming knowing full well that he could talk me into going in. He also knew I would probably enjoy it once I went inside.We entered the front door and went directly to the counter to pay for the tickets. I was so uncomfortable that I wouldn't even look around to see what, or even who else was in the place. The man behind the counter told Doug that only couples were aloud in the theater on the weekends so we didn't have to worry about being harassed.That made me feel better,. Which came almost immediately.> > : “God, I was getting worried, thought I missed you or something”“Nope, just had to stay after work, a draft had to go out in the overnights.”> > : “Ah. So we still good? I mean, someone still wants to play, right?“Um, yeah.”> > : “Just wanted to make sure, I am a considerate sort of guy. Sometimes.”“So, should we continue the story?”> > : “In a minute. Slut. I assume your roommate is home, it’s kinda late.”“Yeah” The word slut, just thrown into the middle of.