But remember, so can he,” the specter remarked.Dashing to the gazebo, I dialed Trina. My hands were shaking so bad. She finally picked up on the thi...rd ring.“I feel your unrest. What be de matter, girl?” my best friend asked, concerned.“Oh God! Trina, what have I gotten myself into?” I wailed.The stress of the day was getting to me. I told her about the door, the nap, and the kitchen encounter. Then, I asked if she would call the Loa to help me.“Girl! You don need the Loa! Dey judge wat de see. The sex torture floor is the final part ofyour training bitch and where we fit your sexy body with a few littleextra attachemnts and accessories as required by your potential newowners bitch. But that fun is to come later, first I have to make younice and uncomfortable in one of the sex torture cells here."At the end of the row of cells I can see there is one cell which from theLCD screen is empty and I don't like what I can see waiting for meinside. There seems to be some sort of metal box. But she told him the reason he was alive was to take what she could dishout. Mistress thought she was so tough. But Dana was tougher. She was thetoughest sissy in the world. Tougher than blood.Olivia was different. This sissy stuff was made for her. Put her in aroom with 100 cocks, and she would sit on every one. The pink faggot. Heloved her and her innocence. But he wasn't like her.When Dana was a kid,he had read a story about a man imprisoned in an iron mask. That was him,only with silk. He talked to my wife, andreassure, we arranged to meet him the following Friday.I could not wait to meet up with Martin, I wanted apiece of him too. That week went by slowly.Friday came; my wife was dressed up, she would not dresslike a tart as I wanted her to do, but she was smart asif going for a job.We got into the car and off we went to the meetingplace. Martin was waiting for us. He came over to thecar and got in the back seat without a word. My wifeasked me if I still wanted her to do it.