"Oh, Kristin, you are soooo lucky. That was wonderful. I have never felt anything like that before in my life. I just feel dreamy right now." Do you r...alize that you passed out?" No, but I can sure understand why. I didn't want that feeling to ever end."As usual, Sophie couldn't wait to say something without giving it much thought. "It couldn't have been that much better than doin' it yourself, could it?" Sophie, I swear, sometimes you ask the dumbest questions," Kristin replied sharply. "You. Like strappy sandals with much higher heels... and ankle cuffs with aconnecting chain. John explained how great bobbi's legs looked in theheels, and how he liked to help him shorten his stride to walk in theheels better with the hobble. John collared bobbi much of the time, butused a posture collar to keep bobbi's head up and restricted. bobbi wouldspend hours at John's in various outfits. A favorite was a harem pant setthat had bobbi truly looking like a harem girl.On a Friday afternoon, John. .. I am an average to below average looking guy. This simply does not happen in my world, so I was skeptical and unenthusiastic. After dinner she asked me to come back to her place. I didn't know how to react to this so, jokingly I told her if we were going to have sex she'd have to be tied up. Her eyes got real big and asked if I was into that, not picking up on my sarcasm. "Yeah... is that a problem?" "Not at all."I was 19. I had never tied a woman up before. All my experience in bondage had. Good job my varrucous veins don’t show up in my pictures I thought as my gaze moved back to my hairy mound. I could see light between them and globules of sweat; I stroked the sweat away.I went to a folder that I call my ‘admirers’; people, but mostly men who have sent me messages and photos of themselves and always with their cocks out, hard and in various stages of wetness. I love it, I love cocks, but most especially I love sperm or cum, my imagination runs wild and I think mostly about.