I'd read all the men's magazines and the letters, thinking they were all fakes. I was quickly running some of the most recent issues through my mind. ...Jesus," I thought. "Were those stories real?!?" I have a pretty good image of my sexual prowess. Or I did up until 10 seconds ago. I'd also believed the women that I had slept with when they told me that I was 'plenty big'. I remembered the locker rooms from high school and had conveniently blocked that evidence from my mind. Was I ready to find. On every face, Mike could see the same thing: awe. They hadbought it! They had to be as cynical, as agnostic, as most newsfolk,but they had actually bought Stark's act. If it was affecting them likethis, how must it be playing in the rest of the country, among thosemore receptive to such things? Mike had a very bad feeling about this.Uniquely among first world nations, America had third world levels ofreligious belief and Stark could tap right into that, attractunprecedented numbers of. When I closed the door to my rooms she looked around before she began to remove her clothes. I blushed as I dropped the leash and turned her and looked at the collar. I took it off and tossed it into a corner before I went to wash.She followed as I undressed and took the cloth from me. She wet it and washed me gently and smiled as she stroked my hard cock. She set the cloth down and pulled me towards my bed. The whole time she had been with me she had not spoken. She pushed me into bed and. ." part?AnnOnce inside the studio I wasted no time in divesting Zoe of her packages and clothes before leading my girl naked into the Dungeon, the atmosphere changing as we entered, my girl's hair in my hand as I led her into the semi-darkness towards the only well lit area, so that by the time I halted her we were very definitely Mistress and slave.Moments later my girl was settled on the apparatus I had chosen, the thick padding supporting her in position almost as if on hands and knees, the.