. uh, an antigravity belt ... that will make it very easy for you to walk. If necessary, we can simply tow you behind us,” said Stan in a raspy voic....“That would be of great help, I can hardly walk more than ten paces,” said Jason as he fitted the belt which made him feel feather light, “Stan, please lead the way. Dan, can you tow me if I get tired?”The shuttle was cloaked, as it sat in the nearby park. They could see a ramp and a circular doorway, but only a vague impression of something. De Sade aside, she and I had hit it off, and the subject of BDSM easily rolled into our conversation. That conversation ended, after three hours, with a trip to my house and her first introduction to the world she read of so voraciously. Her naked body gleaming with sweat, strapped to a beam and shaking with an overload of sensation and orgasm. We'd been lovers, partners and Dom/sub ever since.We were quiet over our coffees - not much beyond a quick bus upon greeting and knowing looks. I was. Then they forced her legs apart andthe mistress cruelly rammed her hand inside her as hard as she could I couldhear Sarah's muffled moans of pain and anguish as the mistress twisted herhand round inside her then she pulled her hand out "she's got a long whileto go yet Sarah tried to get up off the bed again to relieve the pressure,she had told me it felt better when she was stood, up she said it made it easier. "and where on earth do you think your going" miss spouted" get backon that bed" I. Physically I was a woman. It was up to me to shape this life. Only gradually had I come to realize that. The first night after hostessing I'd come home and had a glass of merlotand some cigarettes as was often her pattern. At least I told myself itwas. It was late but not by the schedule of her life. Sometimes she'dgo out with others. Sometimes she even dated. I knew that. But I knewsometimes she just liked coming home and relaxing. I also knew that onsome nights she'd masturbate. On.