It would be worth it. Surely. I nodded and said “OK.” Phoebe went over to the bed and sat down. “First though you need to show me how much you...respect me” she said smirking. “How?” I asked. She lifted one of her bare feet. “Kiss it. Every toe, then all the way up to my knee. Go on.” I only waited a second, and dropped to the floor, held her foot and and took each toe in my mouth and kissed it, then made my way up to her knee. I wanted to go further but she said curtly “that’s high. Story I am narrating below is of a friend whom I met over mail and we sort of exchanged lot of mails and became good friends and somewhat our ideas and interest matched.I have taken her permission to upload this story although she has left India now, just a brief about her. She is a house wife from Bangalore aged about 36 but looks 30 and after reading my earlier post confessed to me over mail that she liked it a lot and bla bla bla so on when we became friends she asked me if I was ok to meet. "At first I was terrified, but it was Magda, after all. The only person who was ever kind to me. That night I let her bite me the first time. It was glorious! I knew that I was in love, and Magda loved me back. The next night I asked her to bite me again, and she did. She told me about the third bite and suggested that I think a lot about it before making a decision. The next night I asked her to give me the third bite. She warned me to be very sure about it but I told her that my mind was made. . The memories suddenly got foggier... feeling overwhelmingly tired... Val helping him to bed... did she undress him... ?He tried to stretch out some of his fatigue and was alarmed to find he could barely move his arms and legs. The sudden rush of adrenaline at this discovery had him instantly wide awake, his eyes fully open.To his dismay, it was true. Someone had tied his arms and legs securely to the four posts of their large oak bed, leaving him splayed and... naked on top of it. Panic.