I order you to walk over to the bed followed by a sharp slap on your ass. You gasp and then quickly make your way to the bed. I tell you to climb up o... to the bed and then kneel in the center. You do as you are told and I turn on the lamp on the nightstand. The low wattage bulb dimly lights up the room. I take a silk tie and wrap it around one of your wrists. You place your wrists together and I wrap up the other wrist. I pull your arms up over your head and then tie the other end of the tie to. Back at Pearl City one of his friends would rescue the girly magazines his uncle would throw away once he was done with them. The two little boys would look at the pictures of naked women, usually a woman posing by herself but sometimes two together and once they had scored a Hustler showing a woman and man together. His friend had only looked at the pictures and talked about it all, but Paul had gotten into the habit of getting to the garage early so he could read some of it. Much of it was. An ear splitting scream cut the silence of the midtown slums, the final cry of a woman, screaming out her pain to the uncaring world. This neighborhood heard these cries almost nightly. The only reason tonight was any different from most other nights was that someone was listening. "Base, this is Falcon, subject four-seventeen has been sighted. Do I have permission to silence him?" Falcon, this is base, silencing of target four-seventeen has been authorized. Good hunting and silent skies. In fact, I want you to command me to remember that my first boyfriend was named Manuel." What was your first boyfriend's name? So that I can fix it afterwards." I replied."See, Master, that is what I mean. You are always thinking of me. You could be wiping my mind clean and creating the perfect sex slave, but instead you are worried about being able to restore my memory."I sighed, most exasperated. "Just tell me what your first boyfriend's name was!" I commanded."His name was Greg, Master," she.