His hazel eyes held a mischievous sparkle, though, and when they caught mine, I fancied I saw a spark of recognition. And a question posed with one r...ised eyebrow. I not only saw it; I heard it just as clearly as if he'd spoken it—or, rather, kissed it onto the skin of my neck, just below my ear. And I felt it, down there, between my legs. There is no way he could've missed the shiver that passed through my body at that moment. I knew instantly that I would follow him wherever he led, just. He asked me did i want to touch it and i said yes. I reached out and put my hand around it. He told me to move my hand up and down it. I asked him what did he call this. He said jerking off. I then told himn that he had the biggest dick i had ever seen. He told me that i looked like a little girl. I told him my sister's called me a little sissy. I asked him what did sissy mean. A boy that looks like a little girl. He then asked me if i wanted to kiss him on his dick. I said yes and got on my. There is a strap around my waist holding me this way, a strap on my neck, a set of handcuffs holding my hands above my head. There is also straps holding my ankles to the posts on the bed. I recognize this type of bed from tv. It can go up, down side to side and tilt upwards and downwards. I look over to my left the direction I am facing and see Sydney. She is also tied up the same way except her bed is tilting upwards and there is a horse on the end. It's cock is hanging out inches from her. She leads me down a hallway stopping at a closed door and knocks gently. After a muffled, ?Enter? the slave opens the door and enters first. She stops and curtsies with the grace of a ballerina. I follow behind. My mind in a blur somewhere between fleeing for my life and the feeling that I may actually find the life I want. Master John is sitting behind a large desk, staring at a computer screen intently. I know it is him, even if I hadn’t seen a picture. He’s a well-built 40-something.