...I don't know how long I was asleep, but I awoke to see my reflection inthe mirror. Was it really me? Blonde highlights in my hair, which hadbeen st...yled somewhere on the feminine side of unisex. My face had beenexpertly made up with luscious red lips and pencil-thin eyebrows. WhenI blinked I glimpsed coloured eye-shadow and mascaraed lashes. As thestylist was helping me off with my gown I noticed that my nails hadalso been manicured. " I could do more with your hair if you let itgrow a little. Something I’ve never done with anyone, so here’s one of those rare firsts that I can give to you,” he said. “Come over here, darling, so I can strap you in for some double trouble.”First, he captured her arms behind her back and slipped her hands into a bondage glove. Then he bent her over and strapped her onto a device that looked like a curved safety ladder with black leather belts. Her legs were parted, and her voluptuous breasts hung down, looking particularly ripe in this position. Her. In fact, a couple of years ago we traveled to Indianapolis, sharing a hotel room, and he brought a trick back and fucked the k** while I watched. (But that's a story for another time.)Two or three years ago Matt sent me a video of him face pounding and fucking a cute twink boy who wanted to be dominated on film. I've jacked off (alone, usually) to that video many times.Last week Matt and I got together to catch up before I left town. We did some major drinking, and decided it would be a good. He desires control; to control the experience. When he sounds, I moan. Cues for him to pleasure me. I control the pleasure I take from him. Intense pleasure. Shrouded pleasure. Dark pleasure.My black triangle, the dark between my legs, makes me Cat Woman. I wait for the Dark Knight.While I lie in blackness, I wait for dark lust to overtake me. I like it black…and dark. I like the shaft black. I like the sex black. I close my eyes to keep it black. When there is no light, all men are black but.