I am not touching the ground, and my weight is forcing me down on the metal chains. I feel like it is cutting into me, but I can't be sure. I let out ...a low moan of pain, but don't yell out. Fear races through me as I try to remember what happened, but the last day is a blur. I almost begin to thrash in my chains when a small light flickers on a little ways from me...A woman is on a TV screen. She is in all black robes, and her bright red hair hangs down the cracked yellow mask she wears. A dark. John B's foot fetish, Dwayne's anal fetish, Brad's nose fetish, and David's voyerism."As Bob was leaving, a man from the meeting approached him. He forgot who it was, and there was no nametag."Hi Bob. Uh ... say, this might sound strange, but I think I know someone who could help you with yer, uh ... problem thing ... fetish ... you know ... pussy thing." Really? Who?" Well uh ... she's a nice girl, real sweet personality ... single and all, uh ... mature. She's a friend, not like a sexual one.. " Corey chuckled and agreed, secretly pleased that he wouldn't actually have to fix something himself. That was one thing that he hadn't considered before. During the meal, Corey felt a little out of place. He was home and eating with his family, but he had to keep reminding himself to call his Dad, Bob and to call his Mom, Brenda. And of course trying to remember to call Auntie Em by his name was another problem. Still, he did enjoy himself since his parents were talking to him like an equal. We had now time to converse. My lover explained to me all the sexual mysteries which remained for me to know, then we formed plans which would enable us after my marriage to meet often alone. These explanations and plans were mingled so freely with caresses that before my lover left me we had melted five times in each other's arms. I had barely strength to drag up the rope ladder after he departed. The day had now begun to dawn. I fell into a dreamless sleep and was awakened by my duenna.