–all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want...that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I. I do know they were going to use the iron to cauterize our chests while they thought about what to do to us next."As they were about to retie us and whip our breasts, bellies and cunts, all hell broke loose."She smiled and said, "It was Kenneth Carlson and Carlson's Rangers. Ken is Kathy's husband and she was his inspiration. She wrote hundreds of letters, all in blue pen on blue paper that came to be known as Kathy-grams throughout Vietnam. She provided the motivation for him to perform an. ’ I have the board under my arm. She smiles indulgently. ‘Hello. I just thought I’d tell you, I love to watch surfers, I find them fascinating.’ This is all said slowly with just the barest hint of sarcasm. She smiles yet her arresting blue eyes seem hard and cold. She has shiny black hair hanging stylishly to her shoulders. She hasn’t been in the water, she doesn’t go to the beach to swim in the filthy ocean. She raises her slender arm and glances at her wrist, but her watch is absent.. "Just a beer for now" I said. "Sure thing, just leave room for your chocolate dessert" she said with a big grin. Oh boy its fucking on I thought. I hung out for the night not doing much except crushing beers and shaking for shots. It was pretty dead, around one o'clock in the morning when Erika said "last call mother fuckers" and flipped on the lights inside the bar. Erika slid a beer down to me and the 2 people left in the bar finished up and left. With just Erika and I left, she turned off.