Whoever designed those exercises must have OCD orsomething similar. And Zane didn't mean it dismissively. Each movementhad to correct down to the T. I... he had to bend an arm then he had to doit down to one degree of an angle. If not, he had to repeat it. And therewere poses for each angle for each limb. Designed to work each and everymuscle in Zane's temporary body. Now he understood why his yoga traininghad been an advantage in his application. It also explained why Myrnacalled him their new. Down. Pleasure. Pressure. Grinding. Groaning. Moaning. Moans.Up. Down.Up. Down.In. Out.Tight. So tight.Moans.Pleasure.Whimpers.Wet.Up-down. Up-down.Faster. Faster.Clenching. Squeezing. Gripping. Humping.Fucking. Fucking. Fucking. FUCKING.“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”Gripping. Holding.“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”Moist. Clenching. Warmth. Weight. Moans. Pleasure. Pressure. PLEASURE!My eyes snapped open, illumination blinding me even though there wasn’t even a lamp on. Never got one. –all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some. It's some kind of cloth, and after a minute you finally spit it out onto the floor.Your memory of last night is foggy, a text guilt tripping you into another bar-hopping Saturday evening. What was the last bar we stopped at? I know we hit Code breaker, 10th street lounge, whatever was next door, and that one on the corner, but I know we took a taxi. . . somewhere. Something between a laugh and a sob comes out of your lips. Maybe we came here? Oh shit, are Troy and Jess here? You shake your head.