Angela dove into the bucket and brought up a small black ball. She reached out, and Wanker felt his balls getting pulled down as the weight was hung f...rom the ring. A dull ache started to throb in his already sore balls. As she added more weight, Wanker started to moan and bend his legs a little to relieve some of the strain on his ever more stretched scrotum. Sweat started to run down his back. By the time she was done, 6 weights were dangling from his balls, and he was in serious agony now. He. But now? Was I afraid of hurting her? Yes. But, more than that, I was afraid of losing control, my control.When I returned to the living room, she was asleep. I slipped between them and closed my eyes. Normally, I do not remember my dreams. This one I will never forget.I was naked, standing by a river flowing through a desert which looked scorched, as if the earth had been cleansed by fire. I was the only one on my side of the river. On the other side, I could see Mary, Andy, my family and. I would welcome any feedback at: [email protected] particular – I have not ticked the ‘snuff’ box. When you read part one, you will understand why. Which way do you feel it should go? Part OneThe finest thing about this project was, undoubtedly, the way the outcome hung in the balance. Some of you will have read ‘The Drop’ before alighting here. If you did, you will know that my little scenes traditionally have a common, and terminal, finale. Yes, there are deviations along the way,. Both men and women wonder about being a sex slave. Hypnosis is the Great Enabler. This is a the second in a series of stories of encounters that raise the issue of being a sex slave. Read on. Then vote and let me know what you think. Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people do things that they would not approve of, if asked. * * * * * I was really bored. My wife was out of town on an.