... The next morning I woke up as usual and got the coffee started.Aunt Joan u...ually is right behind me and I heard her bedroom door open just after I finished pissing and was coming out of the bathroom.She ducked into the bathroom next and had her morning piss as well.Usually she watches TV in the livingroom and has coffee while I read the paper in the den.I poured us both a cup and retreated to the den and lo and behold. In the tattoo parlor, Miss Susan was welcomed by a short bald man.Master Bob was no more than five foot 6 inches tall and weighed maybe190 pounds. He was wearing levi's, a dirty t-shirt, a leather vest andbiker boots. I was again examined as my coat was removed."Does it know what's going on?" No, just do it. It has no say."With that I was led into another room.In the center of the small room was a hanging stock. It was setup so asto keep me standing straight up. Then a leather hood was placed. Madhavi ne jab andar baithne ke liye taang uthayi, to Jethalal ko uski sky panty ke darshan ho gaye. Madhavi ki moti jaanghen Jethalal ko pagal kar rahi thi.Ab Jethalal ne mann mein thaan liya, ki usko Madhavi ko chodna tha. Fir usne tabhi mann mein ek plan banaya. Woh gaadi traffic waale route se le gaya, taaki unhe station par pahunchne mein der ho jaye.Jaisa woh chaahta tha, waisa hi hua. Jab gaadi chalna shuru hui, tab woh dono station par pahunche. Woh dono bhaagne lage, aur luggage waale. ” “Why does feeling all girlie and effeminate feel so good?”“I must be some kind of depraved pervert, a queer, a fag”. “What would she say, and do, if she caught you?”You start to develop dark imagery of being caught, exposed and humiliated. They fill you with intense fear but, through constant association with the sensual and emotional girlie pleasures you’re immersed in, and the erotic ecstasy of pleasuring yourself and slowly bring yourself to climax, they conflate into a kind of dark.