He made sure the hood was on right before he laced up theback and tied it down firmly. Then he put another piece ofleather over the eyepieces and it s...apped on, blocking off myvision. He then put my wrists into a pair of handcuffs andlocked them behind my back."We won't bother with the gag until I decide you need it.And you will," he said with a grin I could hear, even though Icouldn't see it.He forced me down to my knees and pushed me down to hisboots and ordered me to lick them. I obeyed. “No””No what?” He can hear the smile in her voice. “Um…No ma’am?” *Crack* Another sting across his thighs and then the feathers. “No what?” The Voice asks again. “No…um…Master?” *Crack* Another lash and more feathers. “No what?” The voice asks again. It finally clicks for him…”No Mistress” he replies and waits for the stinging lash again…it doesn’t come. Instead he feels the cool fingers glide over his calves and up his legs until they are gently stroking his hanging sac. “You can. Impressive, actually. The movies of the day were also heavily western by nature; Wild Bunch, True Grit and Midnight Cowboy.Finally, giddy with excitement and amphetamines, we pulled the overheating van into Bethel, New York, home of the festival. No, it wasn't really in Woodstock, NY. It was held at Max Yasgur's dairy farm in Bethel. Traffic was backed up for miles and moved at the pace of my grandmother on a Quaalude bender. The townspeople lined up, slack-jawed, to watch the freaks roll. She tasted really good and I could sense that her body was full of passion. I had never experienced anything like that before. We sat there by the river holding each other. Eventually we started to get cold, so we headed back to my place. The air may have been cool, but things were about to heat up. We left the river and got to my place about 15 minutes later and by this time, we were feeling pretty cold. Both of us decided to get in bed together to watch tv and try to warm up. I was too shy to.