Only my prison.And something else. A whisper. A fragment of a whisper. Greedy for noise I follow, and something miraculous happens. I smell. Blood. Es...sence. Power. Do I hear, or only remember hearing? I am a fragment of thought atrophying outside space and time. I cannot perceive, and yet I do. I open my eyes.The ceiling above is grey stone, chipped painstakingly into the mountain, not built. No mortar lines. Flickering torchlight shows chisel marks as it dances. There is chanting again, around. ..yesterday," he said."What about it?" I didn't mean to hurt ya." You didn't," I said curtly."Good," he said. "'cause sometimes when I rassle I go away somewhere." Go away where?" I don't know. Away somewhere, away from myself, far away. I came back when you said please. Lucky thing you said please."This confirmed to me that he was indeed crazy. I left him abruptly and made a vow to have nothing whatsoever to do with him. But the notion that the little nut job was even capable of hurting. The Doctor then produced nipple clamps and attached them to my puffy nipples.... she then attached the chain, between the two, to another chain and attached it to a hook from above, hence pulling my nipples up toward the ceiling!I then felt the speclum moving, opening me up even more. i was helpless to move... all i could do was arch my back up towards to ceiling to hopefull ease the pulling on my nipples. When i arched my back, it seemed to encourage the Doctor to stretch me more... and. So I made it very clear to her that it would be a waste of time if we were chatting online and not experiencing the pleasure in real. For which she agreed and said Bye.When she said, ‘Bye,’ I felt she would not text me back, so I did not bother much. But after a month or so, I again got a message from Shraddha. This time, it looked like she wanted to take things ahead. I was pretty excited, too, since I am mostly into women older than me as they have more sex drive.I readily agreed and decided.