” He set the beer on the coffee table in front of me and walked away continuing his phone call. I don’t know if he was doing this on purpose or wh...t, but the longer I sat there, my confusion seemed to take the steam out of my anger. I sat there, drinking the beer, lost in thought as I tried to figure out all the things I wanted to say to Mike. I couldn’t help but think about the last time I was there. I was having d? vu and I couldn’t help but get a little aroused. I was now watching the porn. I am going to tell you the house rules. You will listen, as it is in your interests". Sandra listened intently. There was something vaguely threatening, yet exciting about the woman’s tone.The woman continued. "My name is Glenda. you can think of me as your good fairy. While you are in our club, my job is to see that you are not permanently hurt or damaged at all, and to see that your enjoyment is not ignored. You on the other hand are no longer Sandra. During your stay with us, you are to be. I got along with people just fine. It's just that I'd never wanted a boyfriend, you know? So I'd always had like this force field of "Fuck off and die!" around me.Well, maybe not that bad, but some guys thought so. I heard one boy, Mike Hamstead, call me the Dairy Queen once because I was totally cold and completely lickable. He'd said that behind my back, as in two rows behind me on the bus. His friends had laughed and I'd felt sorta bad inside for a week afterwards.Just the other day when I'd. Just a tool, an outlet for your frustration. I am held up only by my hair, all strength gone from my body as you continue to fuck my throat until it burns. I gag constantly, reaching the point of passing out so many times I lose count ... each time you stop just before I slip over the edge. This is what I yearn for, live for ... to be used this way for your pleasure.As I feel your excitement mounting, your thrusts become deeper, faster, more impatient and I give my all to you, to please you..