It’s damn frustrating. I thought, “There must be a better place to release my semen than the drain.” It’s not good to be young and alone in a ...onely top room of an empty house during summer when sun is pouring fire all day long and all one can do is wait and pray for the passing away of summer. The maid, Malati, who used to come to clean my room, prepare meals etc became a victim of the summer too. She quietly announced one day that she wouldn’t be coming from the next day. At my request she. I had planned on staying over in one of the many bedrooms at the ranch. But now I needed fresh air and I kept walking, the breeze felt good on my tear stained face. I knew they'd be looking for me tonight but I didn't care. I just walked along one of the horse trails. The trees and bushes swayed eerily in the wind and the moon looked down at me half covered in clouds.I thought of what Carla had said. It was true, I knew she wasn't lying and my heart felt broken. I was lost in my thoughts when I. ’ ‘My hotel room,’ Charlotte said, leading him in by the wrist. Robert looked at the cream-colored carpet, wide bed, and heavy curtains pulled tight over large windows. ‘So it is. Odd that I should forget right after coming in here. Actually, it wasn’t even like forgetting, it was like I never knew it in the first place. Imagine that, to all of a sudden find yourself somewhere and not know where it is, or why you’re there, or who you are.’ Charlotte took a bottle of wine out of the mini. My ordealcontinues. Once again my head bends to Sister Ruth?s highlypolished thigh boots. My neck is sore but my lips gladly kiss the leather,carefully, reverently paying homage to the instruments of my recent correction.As I lick the right boot heel I taste the unmistakable tang of my own blood. Mypenis, bruised, bloodied but still very much erect, twitches in response. ?Kiss my habit.? My lips touch the hem of SisterRuth?s black rubber habit. ?Kiss the whip.? With a frisson of fear I kiss.