We talked about our & Neeta’s relation much to both Rakesh & Nanda’s amazement.Our information on the swinging scene seemed to have a calming effe...t on both of them. We made it sound so cool. The evening was going great. Was it alcohol or sensual conversation the temperature were rising. I signaled Neha& she put her arms around Rakesh. I turned the lights off . It was a very romantic setting. I looked at Nanda and then put my arm around her, pulling her in close. She leaned her head back and I. Things have a way of getting away from you otherwise. So it was with me.First, a little truth in advertising. I am not a total victim in this,if the truth be known, I engineered it. But what I had not expected waswhere it would end up.The rules were simple. After several weeks of correspondence we hadagreed on the ground rules:She would have me for 10 days during which she could do whatever shewished to include bondage, submissiveness, transgender training. Shecould not mark me. Once in the lobby you could hear a familiar voice. One that sent electricity through your entire body. “Mila?” She turned and looked at you. It was the longest 15 seconds of your life. “You live here?” She was surprised. The man at the counter you had hired to greet people looked at you ready to speak, but you held up your hand to stop him. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Emily asked me to come by and pick up new recipes.” You motioned her toward the elevator. You push the up button and. Feeling the wave burst through me, making me gush. My knees buckle from the release and I fall, slowly to the ground.I feel my knees bounce against the floor. My heart is roaring in my ears, my entire being just burning with love, desire, lust, and the need to please you. My tears drip down my face, pooling inside the mask and dripping slowly down my face.I feel hands on my face, loving hands. Your hands? Yes, your hands and then the eye mask is ripped away.There you are, looking adoringly at.