They'd left the kitchen shipshape, and if the bedding was rumpled on Dave's bed, I knew I had played a big part in its having gotten that way.My mind ...lashed back to our last time together -- Sunday at dusk, a little over ten days ago. Memories. David Hooks had yet to disappoint me -- in bed or out. Our lovemaking had been as sweet and satisfying as I'd ever known. Our first time together had been amazing -- I had really just completely lost control. I had given myself over to him entirely.It. I was as shy as shy can be. Most of the girls who talked to me were equally shy. The conversations were always short. None of us had any people skills. Stereotypical nerds. And, like most high-school nerds, just admitting that I wanted to date one of these girls would make me susceptible to even more ridicule. Therefore, most of my sexual fantasies were played out in my dreams or with my best friend, Rosy Palm (my five fingered friend).Of course, eventually I got over those issues, went to. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. To all the rest I wish you the very best and Thank you for reading. J-stroke Part 3 Chapter 10 (On Display) After taking a few. What could be worse than the punishment he had been through? Marie, at this point, was a distant, but recurring thought. It was so easy now to focus his mind someway else, only because he felt he was losing his grip on sanity: He was in a fucking nuthouse. He consoled himself by the magic touch of the caress of his stockings, the majesty of Mistress Satin, even the cold on his shaved bald head. It felt good, and somehow, except for the cruel corset, and he hated it. But his mind, really, had no.