I feel the cold leather of the chair against my bare bottom and I move so that the vibrator is pressed against my clitoris. I watch as my ankles are f...stened, then my wrists. I offer no resistance, what would be the point? I am falling. I am always about to fall in my dreams.Adjustments are made to the chair. My legs parted and raised. my hands secured. Leaning back now.Zoe is stroking my forehead"OK so far, Suzy?"My answer has no meaning beyond the conventions of social conditioning."Yes thank. Consuela answered the door quickly. "Yes Mr. Jacobs, how may I help you?" Consuela, I asked you to call me Ken please. I would like to see into the cabins and I thought that you might have the keys. I didn't want to bother Mrs. Horne if I didn't have to." I do have the keys Mr. Jacobs," she reached to the right of the door and pulled a set of keys off of a hook, "and you are going to be above me so I cannot call you by your first name sir." I'm just the maintenance man; I won't be in charge of. She replies back she wants to learn and also wants to gag on my cock. My reply is I want to teach you but we need more than an hour for all that...can we make it 3:15. She says sure and bring some Pot if I have some...I reply "WORD"I show up at her studio..we smoke the leftovers of a bowl from the day before(I was out of pot) and proceed to the therapy room. I still wanted a massage because my back was sore. She begins working on my back and we have our typical sexual small talk when she asks. Sarah was very much 'in charge' of our games and had a wicked and experienced imagination, which I was only too happy to go along with - the combination of her experience and my youthfulness was extremely sexually powerful, and much more fun than any girlfriends of my own age that I had.One Friday after work it had been arranged that I would go up to meet her for dinner; as ever it was made very clear why I had been invited, and so I hadn't been able to concentrate on anything else. Sarah lived.