Don’t call me Ricky ... unless you are a girl. Then you can call me anything you like, ‘cause at least you recognize I exist. At least at that mom...ent.Now understand, I don’t go around kissing my sister, at least not like that. In fact, she can attest that I was a complete pain in the butt, that is until I turned 16 and she, at 18, was about to leave for some college.Why the kiss? Well, I have to start at the beginning. See, growing up, we were pretty close, for brother and sister, I guess.. We dabbled in golden showers but it is not my thing. It was mostly bondage and discipline, some cock and ball torture, wax-play and some humiliation; this is when I learned about reward and punishment.The S&M scene in Canada was minimal at that time, and the network was not very good, it was mainly this gay club “Boystown".Going to the gay bar was fun, I would dress Brian up in his leather pants with his ass and cock exposed, a leather vest with nipple clamps attached and of course bare feet.. Since this is your official birthday, whatwould you like for dinner?" My mind harkened back to the spare ribs of afew weeks ago. "How do barbecued spare ribs sound to you?" I asked her. She laughed andtold me they sounded just fine. "Would you mind if I wore my newearrings?" I just had to ask. "They're your earrings Joan. Wear them if you like." I could tell thatshe didn't mean it. I didn't want to ruin the evening for her. I put thestuds away in my dresser. I really was going to be needing a. Then he clicked it back on and set to task."Okay," he stated, "sit up straight and tilt your neck back over the top of the chair. First off, we'll wash that beautiful head of hair of yours." Oh, please," I snorted. "You mean my hair that always looks like dirty straw?" But when you stand in the sun, it glitters like gold."I just laughed, and he just laughed. "Made you laugh!" he glittered. "So nice to see your smile once again."Jesse turned back to task, soaking down my filthy head of hair. My.