But I had sex, or tried to, or something. But I wouldn’t call myself a virgin. Not after a guy had his mouth and fingers on me, and I had a guy in m... mouth, even if he didn’t, you know, finish. And with the first guy, I had his stuff all over me!”“That’s an interesting perspective,” I said, nodding. “I’m not sure what I would have said if my first time had just been her mouth on me instead of actually having a shag,” I grinned and she smiled. “But I thought it was great.”“I told you that both. Lizzie stared directly at Steve, a smile crossed her face which got bigger the more she saw Steve’s smile broaden as he watched the contents in her hand. Lizzie became needy, lustful even and the thought of what she was about to do made her feel so erotic and sexy. Steve reached out to cup and fondle her breasts as he lounged against the headboard of the bed. He still marvelled at them after all the years they had been together. He cupped her breasts and felt their weight. His attention. You aren’t aware of each slithering strand’s purpose yet, but you will be. You want to learn. Every line has a reason, every knot a function, and you want to learn everything about them – you don’t just want to be tied up, after all.The pain is almost too much to withstand. Too intense to feel, too terrifying to look away from. The well placed knots are working their way deeper into carefully selected pressure points. Some are exquisitely painful, while others feel simply wonderful. They are. On one of her pauses between trips around the lounge, I told her to go pee and really look at yourself in the mirror, when you come back, take a good look at the room of men you have been prancing around.After she’d left, I walked over to one of the business men; he looked to be in a bout his mid-fifties.“My little fuck-toy is quite an eye full isn’t she”, I asked him.He’d looked a little uncomfortable; until he heard me call her “My Fuck-toy” at that he perked up, giving me a look.Here he had.