My badly bruised love for her almost took me back to apologize, but something held me back. A line had been crossed.After many, many beers, I managed ...o take a piss by standing nearly on my head. I shucked my clothes and crashed onto the couch, pulling a light blanket over me. Cindy would raise hell in the morning about getting body oils on the upholstery, but it wasn't my problem any more.Thanks to the beers, I dropped off fairly quickly, even though my rod was still painfully swollen.Sometime. In one of the adult bookstores I picked up a copy of The Spectator. I don't know if they're still in business, but in those pre-internet days they were the San Francisco version of Screw Magazine, with stories, ads for adult businesses, and ads for prostitutes of all types. I read through it back at the hotel, and found some very interesting ads from TVs, Transexuals, and crossdressers. I was really excited, and jerked off looking at the ads.The next night I took the Spectator and headed out. Perhaps a kidnapping, or perhaps, even more exciting, the seduction of both while keeping it secret from the other.As they came in to land he gently disengaged the stewardess's mouth from his penis and put the book down. Barbary Slaveship in two parts by Allan Aldiss; he made a mental note to look for other works by that author sometime.When he reached the Embassy, he was greeted by the Ambassador, Hajji Kofi Natsheh, and his staff with the utmost formality. In his suite of rooms he found the. In order to serve your Master, you need to trust and respect him not fear him at all."Duke looked at her and asked, "Do you understand?"Amber still looking up at him, began to relax and nodded saying, "Yes Master I understand."Duke looked at her and smiled saying, "Good. Now with that in mind, do you wish to continue training with me?"Amber looked up at him seeing his smile and said, "Yes Master. I do."Duke nodded and said, "Now in the lifestyle of BDSM there are many aspects of it and a person.