The cable was out, so I watched a couple DVDs before going to the guest room to sleep for the night. The only problem was there were no sheets or blan...kets. I didn’t want go looking around for them so I decided to go into the master bedroom. It was twice the size of the guest room and everything was neatly in place, which was Mike’s OCD at work. I placed my duffle in what seemed to be Mike’s closet, stripped down to my boxers and hopped in the bed. It was nearly 1am when I began to fade into. Responding to her nod, I then raised my arms, palms-up, upward from my sides until they were at shoulder height and parallel to the floor. With that sister raised her eye toward the face on the crucifix which was my signal to do the same. Because the crucifix was only ten feet away and I was down on my knees, I had to throw my head back as far as possible to be able to see His face.That was the punishment position—somewhat holy, somewhat remorseful, and very much submissive, about to be very. I lay there, trying my best not to scream or move. The pain is unbearable. Unimaginable. And it somehow continues to grow worse. I feel a sharp stabbing pain and feel something warm on my thigh. I panic and reach down, touch my fingers to the warm spot. I bring my hand back up and look. blood. I am bleeding. I try to sit up, but scream in agony as another wave hits me. I feel more warmth on my legs. My panic stricken mind pieces the situation together.. I am bleeding out. Something is wrong.. . though it was oddly intentional... One continuousspray of his sexual fluids, she swallowed it... all of it... deeply. Andas the orgasm was finishing, she took more from him. His masculineessence, what she needed for him to be changed.She had been warned never to drain a man like this. Drain too much, hewould be broken forever if he survived, most likely he would not... and hewould die within minutes of being stripped of his masculinity... Butsomehow she knew this was necessary. She was.