I get the sneaking feeling that it’s not going to happen. My hands still smell like vomit and as I rub my face, washing it with dry skin, the stench... of them makes me want to rinse them in bile again. I don’t, because I’m not that drunk, anymore. Sometimes I wonder if I put myself in positions that would disgust me, were I sober, on purpose. Everything has the hazy, undefined quality of a nightmare. You know what you need, what you have to do, but you just can’t do it. I want to cry. God, I. I watched as some ofhis servants carried me down into the cellar and opened the crate. I peakedout slowly and waited for instruction. The big man leaned down and lookedat me and told me it was ok to come out. I crawled out tentatively andhe pulled on my leash telling me it was ok and not to be scared. He askedme if I needed a diaper change and I instantly came out of the crate andlay on the floor on my back and raised my legs for him. He said, "Goodwhore," and he changed my diaper and cleaned. "No, I assure you that I'm 100 percent male and all my parts work."I thought that an odd thing to say, but after considering what I'd just said to him, reconsidered. I had deserved his remark, and it wasn't at all offensive.His hip applied a discreet pressure to mine. I let it go without comment. He told me his name was Johnny, and I told him mine. I also provided him an opportunity to peek down my dress, but he ignored it and leaned into me, hip on hip so that I was suddenly thrown off. "Oh" she declared, "I just have to have that." and she move over to the bed to straddle me and start sucking my now erect cock.I must admit, having an eager and willing sexual partner was a new experience. Many of the young women I had been with were interested, but inhibited. Samantha was interested, and completely uninhibited.After sucking me to complete rigidity, Samantha got up on her knees and started vigorously fingering herself. "Oh my god" she cried as her fingers danced across her.