This sure beat sitting around a motel room watching reruns and wondering if Kramer really was a racist.It has been my experience over the years that w...en my cock is happy, the rest of me feels pretty damn good, too. My cock was in way over its head, but I knew it was happy. Therefore, I was in a near state of euphoria. Then everything changed, and drastically.I heard a loud male voice and opened my eyes. It took a second for me to comprehend what I was witnessing. A tall, rugged looking guy had. I pull back and look up at him. His warm eyes caress over my body. My trust for him runs deep. I trust him with my body. I trust him with my heart. I recall a print from my parent’s bedroom that said something along the lines of, “you hold in your hand my fragile heart; do not make a fist”. I smile as I realize how vulnerable I feel, yet how much faith I have in his strength and adoration for me. My heart feels safe in the cradle of his strong hands. I rest my head back onto his chest. “Yes. “If you feel like you cannot do this tell me now.”“No, I want to do this Mistress.”“Do what, tell me what you want me to do to you?”“I want you to, to punish me, Mistress.” Verity stammered over the words but managed to say them clearly.“Good girl,” Angela said letting her pride show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold. “Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the. .. gotta be a light switch here somewhere...”She found it, flicked it up and down.“Goddamn it...”The door closed behind them, and the room went dark.A hand went over her mouth, she felt a needle jammed into her arm.And then everything went away.DaynaLyra had called the spa, the staff had told Dayna there was a family emergency, and then... Then they’d made the phone calls.Dayna had called Chicago. Lyra had called Chorale South.“No, Margo ... no news beyond what Parker said when he called..