The photograph had enflamed something long dormant within her. Her comfortable life, at one time so safe and satisfying, now seemed leaden and mundane... She engaged in wild flights of fantasy regarding the girl in the photo. Helen began writing stories about the girl. Many of the stories were romantic and sensual. But some of her stories were sluttish, and the scope and depth of their depravity frightened Helen.7th of June - He was waiting for me in his office. I tried to put him off - to tell. I step out the car, my heels clack on the road, a car is pulling round the bend, I am lit up, my Master shouts, "F***ing hell, you Whore, that is a really horny outfit, well done!" I'm embarrassed yet exhilarated, but remember our agreement... I walk to the side of the van (Which is empty, apart from one guy in it, I walk upto my Master, hand him the leash, and say, quite loudly, I'm here as agreed for your use Master, he smiles, grabs my chastity cage with his large cold hands, and grabs my. UpState looked like the perfect Christmas card.The storm had passed and dumped about two feet of snow on the ground and the air had that icy crispness to it that added a layer of frost on top as I stood looking out across the flatlands of my parent's property. Thankfully, most of the roads had been cleared and I was able to head North to spend the weekend away from my Manhatten apartment and the distractions of city life and living."Want to talk about it?"I turned to see Mom trudging towards me. In the dream I talked to her and invited her to lunch. We met and hit it off. I called work and said I wasn't coming back. She invited me over to her place. Her roommates weren't to be back until night. Inside the door I took her in my arms. We kissed. She led me to her bedroom. Clothes were falling, like discarded dreams, all the way down the hall. We fell into bed. We kissed. She went down on me. It was glorious. I went down on her and drove her to a thundering climax. Then I crawled over her.