He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just ...ant to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some. “Clarissa is the only one who can decide when, and with whom, she wants to do it.”“So what’s with going to Doctor Blahnik’s?” Sandy asked.“When I was there after my meltdown, she invited me to come for a home-cooked meal from time to time or to use their guest room if I just want to escape the madness.”“Nice deal! I take it you’ll do that sometimes?”“I think so, yes. When I’m RA I’m allowed to be away occasionally. I just have to arrange for another male RA to cover for me, but I figure I’ll. I hurried to the door and yanked it open, ready to curse whoever it was out. However, I could only show excitement, because my longtime friend and on line lover, Cassie, was standing at the door. I was so shocked to see her sexy frame standing at my door, that I could only stare as she greeted me with a sexy “Hello.” “Can I come in?” she asked. I moved to the side and let her in still unable to produce any sounds from my mouth. Finally after a minute of staring at her I found my voice. “What. After an hour hanging like a stuck pig in his private home sling, my bowels prolapsed requiring Shit Master shoving them back up the gaping messy asshole. Master told it that its bowels needed to take a rest. Shit Master’s goal was to manipulate my oral obsessions with male logturds as his very next priority for what became an extremely twisted examination. Shit Master blasted off the missile pad with a rush so intense; this shit fag went completely out-of-control gobbling shit not hesitating.