And here I thought she’d be angry with me and tell me I had gone too far!“Once you tie me up and stick the dildo in my mouth, will you take a pict...re and send it to my phone, Master?” she pleaded submissively. She explained that she wanted to be able to look at herself later, helplessly bound and displayed so she could relive the experience.“Ah, living the dream huh, Slut?” I asked, not expecting a reply because I was already stuffing a dildo into her throat.I took three or four pictures and. I kept on thinking tonight. The present is this wonderful ship waiting to be set free. The idea is old, but the thought springs eternal. Many of these thoughts seem eternal. But one thought, and one thought only expands the eternal. This is the thought of peace. It is the light we all want. Only then can we be truly alive. It will happen, and the present will thus transform itself. We all seem to be on the same plane, and to move ourselves upwards takes a higher consciousness, unlike economics. "Well, Iguess I'm just gonna have to teach you another lesson, gay-boy. Your gonnalearn just how much an honor it is to kiss my feet!" It was more than I couldhave hoped for.Kevin reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs (probablypart of his punk paraphernalia collection) and proceeded to handcuff my wriststo the bottom of the radiator. I put up a very nominal struggle. He sat on mylegs and, with a great big grin on his face, stuck his socked feet right on. He noticed a dry, floral scent on the air as she drew closer.The man's breath caught as she reached up a hand to touch his cheek. Her other hand had reached down and was tracing the shape of the pronounced bulge in his pants. He gasped ever so slightly as her fingers found the tip and teased the ridge around the head.He didn't dare touch her, and he didn't dare run.She advanced a step, pressing herself into him, and forcing him backward out of the circle of light into a darkened doorway. Her.