He reached his door, and let himself into his house. He walked into the living room to find his television still on, and to his surprise still playing...the same sitcom, as when he left. He looked again at the clock on the vcr/dvd player, and his jaw literally hit the floor. The clock read 9:05 p.m. He stretched both arms down to the ground, and put his jaw back into place, before stammering aloud, ‘That can’t be! That’s impossible!’ This was almost to much for him as he sat, or practically fell. The story is of 2011.It happened with Simran. She was my junior in school. I was in 12th standard. We had been dating for 2 years now. We have had our moments but didn’t get the chance to explore ourselves fully. One fine day I was all alone at my place because my parents had gone out for a business trip. And Simran used to visit my place on a frequent basis knowing about our friendship my parents didn’t have a problem.So I called her up and told her to come at my place for a night stay. She. She heard the door close and the vibration in the floor as footsteps paddedover the carpet. The steps ceased when she felt His presence stop in frontof her submissive position. The palms of her hands were flat on the floorbehind her, her head was down and her thighs were spread wide, just as Hehad ordered. Naked, except for the thong panties he?d commanded her towear, she hoped she?d pleased Him.?It?s a pleasure to meet you slave.? His voice was soothing and strong andshe felt utter elation at. She looked up, tears in her eyes. I couldn't read her expression, but it was obvious that she was deeply moved."Don't," she urged softly, and I wisely remained silent. "Please, Master. Please don't ask!" Her voice caught and she began to cry in earnest. I didn't know what to do. I think I'm like most guys: crying women unnerve me completely. I watched, speechless, as Dee moved her chair back and stood up. Brenda did the same, and in another moment, they were in each other's arms, holding one.