‘I’m fixing the minor issue with the new pheromone I’ve created,’ Dr. Ledgard replied, with her eyes still on the computer screen. ‘Minor is...sue? Our last patient had a raging hard-on which lasted for several hours. Thankfully our lawyers crafted air tight wavers or else we might be sued out of business.’ ‘He wasn’t going to sue. The trail of fluids he left behind suggested that he enjoyed the experience more than he regretted it.’ ‘Touche,’ Marisa shrugged. ‘But he complained of severe aches. She barely had the door closed before she was ripping the brown paper wrapping off the box. As she opened the box her breath became shallow. First thing on top was a 3 inch thick studded black leather collar with a tag dangling off of it. She ran her finger over the word SLUT engraved on the tag. Next thing in the box was a leash made of chain with a black leather handle. Next was hotel room key. The last item in the box was a hand written note with the name of a local hotel, room number , and. As she nears the end of its 8-inch length, the stretched skin pulls the head flatter, a red bumbershoot mottled with purple. She pushes down and squeezes, the urge of release rears momentarily in my sack and then subsides. Will she? I ask without muttering a word, as she slides to her knees. The answer is quick. My waist unbuttoned, she pulls my trousers, then black cotton briefs to my knees. The rest eventually becomes a blur as I watch that Army helmet swallowed again and again, devoured. To be here laying in her bed with her is too much nearly as it is, comforting her. "Big bubba, why am I so scared?" Because, you watched a scary movie I told you not to." I said, wiping her tears away."None of it's real, right bubba?" Not any of it." I can't believe myself, how can I sit here, thinking sexual thoughts? Making her scream for me to make her feel so much pleasure? I should tell her. I should get it off my chest, and tell her, so I can stop feeling so bad. Tomorrow... "What the-" I.