She liked feeling small. Tiny. Incompetent. But he was something else, too: he was sweet. Kind. Dominant and strict, sure, but gentle when it mattered... Had she been the type to commit to one man, she would have committed to him. She trusted him more than she trusted most.He told her if she liked being a slut, she would certainly love what he had planned. She liked being a slut. She asked no questions.On Thursday, her phone buzzed. Her heart leapt.Him: 5pm on Saturday, the Downtown Hilton, Room. He looked at hisarms, heavily bruised just below his bicep, like he had been given somesort of IV. He looked down, again in shock- his dick was in some sortof metal device. Completely shaved and smooth, it was locked into somesort of metal tube that prevented him from touching it- he pulled onthe thing- to the point of pain to try to get it off- but it would notbudge. At this point, Jack's pulse began to increase as he furtivelyeyed the walls of this weird white room looking for the way out.. It wasornate with designs and a stopper that begged to be opened. Now, normallyTyler would take the item, clean it off and then open it but instead, ina manner uncharacteristic of him he pulled the stopper out amidst theblood and guts. It was as if he were too impatient to wait. And he didn'tseem too surprised when a genie appeared. And boy was she steamed!"How dare you subject me to this... this pool of slime and rot! It'lltake years to get the smell out of my bottle. And look what' you've. When I called up the booking office, they told me that the bus was fully booked but, if I wanted to go that same day they could give me a seat in the cabin. They also said that most probably at least one cancellation will be there by the time the bus departs and that I would almost positively get a seat. Little did I know that my decision to take that gamble would pay off so magnificently.When I arrived at the office I was informed that there where in fact 2 seats vacant. One was towards the.