“Not much call for weddings this time of year. Just give me a nod.”That afternoon, we visited Gillian’s late husband’s parents. I was greeted ...ith a friendly smile, Karen and Gillian with hugs. “Helen, Bob, I’d like you to meet Rick Bennett. We met – Karen found him – at Saint Mary’s. Rick, Helen and Bob Marshall, Roger’s parents.”They were, I supposed, in their late fifties, but clearly very fit. “Welcome to our home, Rick. If Karen approves of you, surely we do too.”We chatted easily. It was. Being unable to see, I try to listen for any clue as to what Mistress is doing, but I can't hear anything. Then, without warning, the electricity abruptly stabs at my nipple. It feels more intense than before, though I'm unsure whether it's because my flesh has become more sensitive, or because Mistress has increased the power. Mistress moves the wand to my stomach and starts drawing patterns. "What am I doing slave?" Mistress asks. I'm confused, but after focusing for a few seconds, I realize. ” He took a few tentative stepstoward her. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” she assured him. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});When the blonde k*d got close enough, she placed her hand on his arm,causing him to jump nervously. “What’s you name?” she asked in a soft,sultry voice.“Jason,” the k*d replied.“My name’s Wendy, Jason.”“Yeah, I know. I mean, um, you’re kind of legendary. I was amazed, and scared. I had no idea what so ever what had just happened. Later that night I tried to recreate that feeling, but just fell asleep with so many questions. The next day all my questions were answered when I was visited by a facility doctor who explained what had happened and what would happen to me in the years to come. From that day on I was taken to the lab building once a month to monitor my hormone levels and to be checked for fertility. This meant I was layed on a table.