They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dre...sed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently. But you assured me, as best you could, that you were fine. And, when, finally, you were able to speak in coherent terms, you revealed your secret longing for such rough brutality and made me promise it would be so again. Of course, I promised. How could I not? Staring out at the rain, I wonder that it should be so tonight as it was on the day of our first meeting. But then, I suppose, I should not be surprised at this. Most important days of our lives were graced with rain. I turn back to see. Your future is not set, Mirage. It splinters and changes with each thought that races through your incredibly active mind. With that, I can not help you." She shook her head, moving away from the mirror."I thought you'd know, you've always known what I should do before..." Perhaps I've done you wrong by directing your actions," she said with a small wave of her long-nailed fingers. "Perhaps this day would have come more quickly if you hadn't listened to my words."Mirage pressed her fingers. I had no idea what he looked like and I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned he was just a cock and if I really met him I would be obliged to satisfy him. Swallow him. I described that initial meeting in my story ‘A First Taste’ and since then four months have passed and a remarkable volume of hot semen has been processed by my body.As I chatted to Nick online he teased out of me the type of slim young man I might desire (the slim young thinks of eager porn videos) and then selected from his.