....why do you ask?" Oh just curious," she stated innocently.This session did change the dynamics of our relationship and although Iwas mainly the dom...nant partner we did occasionally switch roles. Oneafternoon I arrived to find her extremely excited."Come with me....." she demanded."I have a present for you."She pulled me upstairs and into the bedroom, where I immediately saw mypresent...it was hanging on a hanger. It was a pink PVC maids dress. Thehem short and frilly, infact all the edges of. Being in a Methodist church, the reception was dry. She got to meet David’s sister, brother-in-law, and nephew.“Unca Dave,” the nephew greeted him. Somebody didn’t call him ‘David.’ The nephew expected to be picked up, and David -- despite the occasion and his tux -- clearly expected the same thing.Holding him, he said, “Jen, meet Stephen. Stephen say hello to your new aunt.”“Hello,” said Stephen.“Hello, Stephen,” she said. She bent over to kiss his cheek. Stephen didn’t have his uncle’s. You see my hand slip into my jeans pocket. Your footfalls echo through the room as you approach the rear bookcase wall. I think my heartbeat does as well, while I watch your figure stride confidently as you tug at the twist in your hair with one hand and you massage your skirt back into position with the other. At the rear wall you spin ninety degrees on your heel and head along the last passage toward a wooden ladder on railings. You wait for me to arrive, clutching at your skirt. "Won't you. ..candles arranged in a pentagram of protection around the room to containthe power of the creature that is being brought forth... unable to speakor move... tentacles, thick and dripping with ichor rising from theshadows around the altarcan hear the chanting voices... dark tones of power echoing in hermind...can feel the bindings holding 'him' in place, unable to even struggleagainst what comes next... the tentacles feeling... probing... caressingdrawing itself fully into our world, contained.