While her femmie slave left to carry out her mission, Mistress Margo as she then referred to herself as, told me that to avoid any homosexual guilt on... my part, I was to be placed into a positon of darkness and complete helplessness. That I wouldn't be acting the slighterst bit Queer in allowing myself to be used by her!Less than two minutes later as I knelt in total darkness with both arms cuffed behind my back, I felt firmness being lightly brushed against my trembling lips as Mistress Margo's. And in others, so very different.Sighing softly again, I made my way down to the kitchen.I had a tattoo of a scorpion on my ankle. Considering I was a Scorpio, it wasn't very imaginative. It was a present I gave myself when I turned eighteen, and was something I always wanted. I thought about that tattoo because it reminded me of how my back felt. Like I'd been tattooed. Forever marked. Forever changed. I was sore, and yet I was pleased with what I'd accomplished. In the strangest way, I was. Mom sat down beside me and put her hand on my forehead trying to diffuse the awkward situation. Breaking the silence she told me that there was nothing in my underpants that she hasnt seen before and if I didnt do it she would be forced to send me to school. I crossed my arms and held my ground hoping for another alternative when mom chimed in with another offer. She offered that since she was going to get to see mine, she would show me hers. I considered her offer for a couple of minutes and. " With that, I heard keys in a lock and a door swinging open. It had the sound of a heavy wooden door. I heard her footsteps retreat inside. And then the sound of another key entering a lock. It sounded like metal on metal. Then I heard another door opening... definitely steel or some other sturdy metal. Another tug on my leash, and I was led inside. I felt my shoulder brush the side of what was undoubtedly the entrance to my cell. She told me to stop and hold very still. I was powerless to.