Being having some nasty thoughts involving you. nothing much nice. just you, as a non-willing participant. for example, right now, i could see ...you fastened in some way....hands in like stocks....feet trapped too in some way. i come up behind you. while there might be buttons and clasps, i just want to use you. so i tear or cut-off relevant pieces of clothing. you can turn your head, maybe, but with hands and feet trapped behind these boards of wood. you cannot prevent. Now you don't just have a thought like that and the next day go out and do it. First, you have to talk yourself into doing it, and it really wasn't all that easy even though it was my idea in the first place. All kinds of thoughts bounced around in my head. How do you find a guy with a big dick without coming across like a pervert or an idiot? What about the possibility of disease; of the man having a big mouth and telling all his buddies? What if she liked it so much that she became. You have until then to decide if you’re actually worth my time or not. Now I must adieu.? The phone line went dead. Max sat with the receiver still glued to his ear. She’d just spent a quarter hour dancing through his mind. It both impressed and intrigued him. It was as if she knew exactly what he’d hidden deep in his soul forever. He did not grow stiff in his groin area as she revealed him, however he could not dismiss the passionate overwhelming feeling she’d engulfed his senses. Growling in anger, the man slapped the sub’s black ass sharply.“Turn around!” He ordered. And the boy instantly obeyed to face his master.“What in the hell do you think you are doing, boy?” He shouted, towering over his slave.“It hurt and I just....” The boy stammered, his eyes round with terror.“I don’t give a damn if it hurt! This isn’t about you. Nobody gives a fuck what you want. How many times do I need to teach you that?” He yelled, jamming several fingers in the boy’s butt and.