Laying on the bed I wait for your next move. With my wrists and ankles bound to the bed frame and a blindfold keeping me in darkness I am completely a... your mercy. Listening carefully I hear your foot steps moving away; opening my mouth to speak I suddenly remember what happened the last time I spoke without permission. Sitting in the center of the bed in just a thong and blindfold I wait, wondering what you have planned for me. Having expressed an interest in the world of BDSM to you, I found. Normal.By the time I was twenty I had tried everything I could think of, andnothing had worked. I was right at the point my desperation consumed myevery waking moment.So I went to the address mentioned.And hoped.I was met at the reception desk by a pretty girl that I wished I could beattracted to, and after a long wait, I was ushered into a small officewhere a man took my information.The questions were personal, intense, and intrusive, but after an hour,the man said to me, "You will make a good. " Yeah, another few days I think, is that OK." Of course it is, enjoy yourself." I will, love you mom." I love you too David." Bye." Goodbye."Placing the phone down Beth looked at the clock, 10:30, climbing from the bed she headed for the bathroom and a hot shower, her thoughts returning to Jill and Carol.After that first time Jill had become a regular visitor and lover to Beth, while Carol had drifted away, she'd seemed to change after Jill's introduction to the group. She'd become more. She’d most of the time come to the side door in a red nightgown. I always figured she was waiting for her husband to come home from the office. She’d brush aside the door curtain, see that it was me, and retreat to get her purse. Then she opened the door and lean into the screen door and rifle thru that purse for the exact change.“How are you, Cully-boy?”“I’m fine, Mrs. Miles.”It was then that her nightgown would part and her flaming red panties would appear. She’d count out the exact coinage,.