‘Who owns you, My sweet?’ ‘You do, Master.’ ‘And who controls your body?’ He asks, His fingertips brushing my nipples. ‘ You do, Master,...‘ I manage to whisper. ‘And who controls your cunt, your clit, your orgasm?’ He demands, His fingers pinching my hard nipples. I can barely respond, ‘You do, Master’. ‘Lie down on the bed’ He demands. After I lie down, He checks the cords quickly, to be sure they remain in place. He binds my wrists with more of the silken cording, and clips them to the. Like it or not, you are a partner as long as you decide to stay. If it gets too rough for you, just meld into the forest." Nice illusion there old man." It's my stock and trade sweetie." I finished the coffee dropped a five on the table as a tip, then handed Dee the bill." I grinned my best grin as I stumbled to my feet. While she paid the bill, I took the blue delta coffee cup to the waitress station. I didn't bother waiting for a waitress, I just filled the cup from one of the pots on the. "Its Elsie, you replied to my email." a small female voice announced."Elsie, what email," I struggled to shake the sleep from my head."The one replying to me on the bondage site." Oh, its one a.m. here in the UK. I was asleep," I explained."I know it's one a.m, I'm sorry but can you talk?" Actually I have an early start, can I ring you back some other time?" I really did not want to be bothered."Please, it says you are a mechanic, in your profile." Taxi driver nowadays" I corrected."But you. I was moving, slowly; slowly I shifted to the edge of my mattress. So much throbbing. I fell. I laid in searing pain on my bedroom floor. I listened to the phone ring, over and over, no one would come. I hurt so bad. My arm, it was killing me. Why me? I fell into sleep.Two in the morning. Four hours of serene sleep. Now pain. I wet myself. I was so ashamed. My room smelled of my piss. I didn’t smell it, but I knew, once someone else opened my door, they would. I hoped nobody would.