It all seems familiar. Deciding not to care for a while, I close my eyes and dose off. Pressure wakes me. Enough that I feel like bursting. With ninja... like skill, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. It doesn’t dawn on me, until I start peeing. “Holy shit!” blurts out of me while my stream goes a little off target. I focus the beam and my mind starts racing. The blond, did we have guests over last night? I remember a priest, porn and shots, not much more after that. I wash up and. In the cases where I felt I had to provide a last name, I simply used street names from the area where I currently live. My thoughts on erotic discipline fiction in general and influences on ‘The Wanderings of Amy’ I became interested in erotic discipline fiction when I was about 15 years old. At that time some of the censorship laws in the bookstores were somewhat looser than they are today, so I had no trouble buying several Victorian-era erotic discipline novels. The two earliest novels I. Sera, paralyzed, was furious but also frightened, and her emotions were so strong I could almost taste them. I reached down to surround her tits with my hands, enjoying the soft weight of them in my palms, as I explained that while she didn't have to like sex with me – in fact, it was actually better if she hated it, honestly – she would be forced to have it, often. I planned to make her my fuck toy, and she might as well get used to the concept.I used the rest of the time she was held immobile. I can't imagine that any of us would be upset if you or I did have an erection, it's just natural. Right?" my husband asked, looking at me."I certainly wouldn't be upset, I know these things happen, Adam," I told him."Yeah, I agree, it's nobody's fault. It is natural. I wouldn't be upset, Adam," Sandra assured her brother."Well, I just ... well, I ... look, I guess I can try it. If it's too freaky you said we could go back to just the normal way, right?"We told him that was correct and that if.