I guess in my lust filled head I forgot to lock the door and I walk to the mirror, setting my purse on the toilet and am about to get down on the floo... when all of a sudden the door flew open and before I could turn around I felt something hard hit the back of my head and my world spinned into darkness.The next thing I know I am feeling a hand on my naked back. My eyes fly open and I look around but its complete darkness. I open my mouth and ask who is there but it meets no answer. The hand. One wet Sunday I was in a club I had started to go to, a sweaty little basement venue that struggled to free itself from a rank odour of urine and stale sweat.I was standing at the small pop up bar, naked except for black workman's boots and my cock ring. A trickle of piss ran past my foot from the toilets. Inside, a small group of men dressed in leather garb urinated into the mouth of a drenched-through guy on his knees, his mouth wide open in a vain attempt to catch the streams.In the corner. Some of the scenarios included having them take me into the back room, have their way with me and return to the party as if nothing happened. Again, there were no men at the party, only Dominant Women. After all, I was still a very heterosexual, "manly" man outside of this particular habit that I may have.Anyhow, time went by and as my collection of fetish attire, outfits, shoes, and adornments increased, so did my photo collection. I was always exciting at the thought of taking risqu? or more. She needed a bath, badly. The second, was I was very drained and hungry. I almost collapsed. Guess traveling to wherever I did and back, took it out of me. It hit me suddenly, like a rush.I had been worried we might not be able to communicate, but whatever power allowed me to travel to and from the other world seemed to include the language. I had wondered about this, before. But as I had been able to talk to the wizard earlier and with this girl now, with no problem, I wasn't overly worried.