Stories of family, school years and work filled the next couple of hours. Luke checked the time and told her he should be leaving. He grinned as he wa...lked past the computer. ‘So when can I read your stuff?’ he asked. ‘Um, I’ll have to think about it,’ Sophie hesitated. ‘Embarrassed about it?’ Luke teased. ‘Or are you afraid it isn’t good?’ ‘I’m not ashamed of it and I never said if it was good or not,’ Sophie defended herself. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that genre, in my opinion.’ ‘You really. "Let's see" he said when it was out. I showed it to him -- I'd had an enema that morning but there were still some flecks of my shit visible. "Now give the drink a good stir with your plug." I did so and the mixture became a more unifromly cream colour. "Now taste it." I dipped my finger in the cum and licked it. John slapped my face. "No you stupid cunt. Lick the cum from the plug. And lick it all." I tasted it. "Need any more seasoning?" No" I said. I didn't want him to have any. We ran through the scene again and as bad as they were during the long haul of late night rehearsal, they were a thousand times worse. Absolutely none of the emotions assigned to the characters came through my actors. Where they were supposed to be angry, they were happy. Where they were supposed to be tense, they were relaxed. Where they were supposed to be fiery, they were conciliatory. Every step calculated to bring us forward had been a severe retreat back. I could pull amateurs from the. Closed those innocent eyes.And was gone.****Spikey little bangs hanging over black velvet. I paced, watching his body growing accustomed to the restraints.I watched, because that is what I like to do.I watched, like a stalking beast, looking over what I would soon have. My fingers moved over his chest once. His head moved in response. To the side, in short-- timed -- jerks.I imagined dripping water over his body. Or hot wax. I imagined him naked, vulnerable. I imagined giving him oral sex that.