He was shirtless, and his skin bore the signs of the day’s fight. Bright red lines crossed his chest and arms, and old scars stood out, white colore..., on the skin. Sylvia drank her fill as she shooed the guards away with a flick of her wrist. At last, she was alone with him. He had bathed, and his muscles shone in the dim light. He stood at attention and watched as she slowly approached. Sylvia put hand on Antony’s chest, his skin was firm and hot to the touch. Sylvia pressed herself closer to. I turned and went back to the bed, grabbing the plug and thecage, and a bottle of thick lube from the front zippered pocket. Istrutted to the bathroom and pulled my thong down to my knees and bentforward. I pushed the top of the lube bottle down and dribbled a fewdrops onto the shining metal plug, then looked at myself in the mirror."I'm a whore," I said to myself, something I've said many times whenfantasizing about this, but never like this, and I reached back andpushed the plug in. The cold. The three of us had lots of sex, some with their women friends, Sharon and Cubbie. I went, on my own, to this party at ida's friend Margo's house in the city, Margo said to me on the phone:'"This is a DP party. I have quite a few friends that like that thing, and sometimes we get together. Would you like to come over? You don't have to do anybody or anything you don't like.."It was in a big house, on a residential street not too far from the Panhandle in Golden Gate Park. Everybody was starting. The wood was a blur as it flashedthrough the air, and the sleek mounds of Sissy's girlish bottom flattenedas the room echoed with the report of the pine against Sissy's blazingbuttocks.Whimpering, Sissy lunged forward, but the chains prevented his escape.The paddle streaked forward and down, in an arc ending in anothercollision against Sissy's inflamed fanny. The victim lurched, quivering,but his motion was, again, arrested by the chains.The paddle fell repeatedly, swift and hard, swatting.