Now the thing is that she and I share a love of BDSM amongst other things and she found a couple of my stories a real turn on, and it took a while for...me to find out which ones and why she was turned on so much, having written over 40 I thought I could pinpoint her turn on by working out which ones she had commented on and the common theme, as she was a little coy which was unusual with her as she usually was very outgoing. Anyway, we live a couple of hundred miles apart so meeting was not. "Hey! Where are you going?" she yelled when I put my hand on the knob."You said I was going to get licensed now." There's a little technicality first!" She pointed over to the rumpled old sofa I kept in the corner to catch the occasional cat nap. "I can't risk someone getting you from me before I get you safely licensed and registered. I want to get you dripping with my DNA so I can prove I bagged you first!" Please no!" I whispered as she began to undress. "Not like this! Please! Let me at. It was built in human nature, and we had to carry it out. The results would be staggering...It could be described that humanity was on a collision course with itself. “More was better,” was turning into a system that would implode. By the early 21st century (Over three hundred years ago), the population had reached 7 billion individuals. The technology was advancing, but it could not beat out the “More was better” idea. Greed was running the human race, even in the best of moral individuals.. She thought that keeping it was making her special.She wore that buttplug for 2 days straight. In work or in bed. It was small, manageable she thought. But time is always a cruel mistress. After the first day she couldn't concentrate at work; and she has to. She couldn't keep her mind away from what was going to happen to her after those 2 days. So her asshole was becoming more and more stiff, more and more contracted; her asshole, her pride that made her better than other woman.That she felt.