“I do love you.” I reiterated my stance. To be shunned and castrated from your life-love demanded more than just soft words and idle threats. Yet ... still cling to inane attempts at saving face or dreams “I love you,”- how foolish that must sound to the strong and the bold. “I love you,”- yes goddamn you, I wish I had never spoken those words. I found myself smiling with embarrassment and humiliation. Yet I still dream- even now- there are no escapes from my prison. I am forced to move forward. Because obviously, that’s not going to happen.No, what I do is tie her to a chair and strap the butterfly to her clit. I don’t turn it on, yet, because first there are rules that my sister needs to know about. The first rule is that for each orgasm that she has, she must pay with five hard slaps to each tit, each ass cheek, and to her pussy. She doesn’t have to pay immediately, but rather afterwards for all orgasms at once.The second rule is that I’m going to hold lit candles above her tits. I'd already watched this video several times before and Istarted to let my mind drift until I felt a vibration on my work padand when I looked at my screen there was a message from Mary.'I'm to be your mentor cool eh?' I turned and smiled at her whilst thehistory vid continued to drone on in the background.'You have just got to have the cutest smile I've ever seen Tom,' shemessaged.I felt myself blush which in itself was a worrying sign as selfconsciousness was one of the first signs of. Knowing I have no escape now, my clothes/phone/car keys left at the front door. Mistress Alyson ha not moved from her position...perhaps I could change my mind, leave, run picking up my bag as I passed the front door, even dressed as I was. But that thought is very quickly removed... behind Mistress Alyson a door opened and in walked a naked man, well naked apart from wearing a leather hood similar to the one Mistress Alyson had instructed me to bring tonight, initially I did not notice that he.