...The best I could learn, the outbreak only had affected men. They wentbath-salt crazy until their hearts would burst from the exertion.I managed to ...iss out on the fun because although I am male, I had beenin transition to womanhood, and apparently it had been enough to saveme, although I went into a brief coma for a couple of days or so. Evenso, I must have had a super-dedicated nurse who kept me going once thepower went down. In fact , she had taken me to what I assume was herhome, and she. For the next few hours I watch various videos with BDSM. I soon myself addicted to BDSM; not just watching it, but I think I'd like trying BDSM in real life. Like being dominated in real life.I look up how to find a master online. I find this site called FetLife. I create an account and search for dominants near me. There's a couple. But one specific dominant draws out to me. Her name is Amy Woods. Yes, she's a mistress. Did I mention I'm bisexual? She also has a cock, which is especially. His palms were sweaty with fear and excitement at this strange confrontation. “You can’t talk to my wife like that.”“Hey, don’t piss yourself over there Art,” sneered Joey derisively. “Eleanor isn’t going faint at the sight of a cock, she’s a grown woman.” He looked over at Eleanor gazing at his member and chuckled. “Man, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Look at her.”Eleanor pulled her eyes away and glanced at her husband guiltily. “Well you are swinging it around like a baseball bat,. In your big bed with your petite little body lying next to it. As it beeps with my words, it’s not loud enough to wake you tonight. You must be very tired. If I where there I would climb into your bed. No need to undress you or remove the covers, because you sleep without either. I’m in nothing but my soft little lavender dress that is all I am wearing tonight. I could run my hands, ever so softly over your body. Noting the spots that make you squirm, lingering on them so I don't forget where.