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A buddy gave me his smartphone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," she said. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the guys. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My buddy shrugged. "Call him," she said again. I was the youngest of 3 girls. Getting bigger up, I’d observed my sisters and their dude friends. Awkward kisses in the barn. Arms groping, shoveled away, more groping. I had dreams, murky photos in my head. And I’d rubbed with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my rubbing enlargening my longing. Like penises were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of penises the last few years, ample ones, petite ones. penises that were hair-trigger, and penises that had to be coaxed. penises that luved your basic fuck, and penises that dreamed anything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in sofa afterward with every one of those penises (never guys, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, from time to time rubbing in the dark after they began snoring, and I dreamed more, less, nothing, everything. I dreamed something I couldn’t admit to myself. I dreamed and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my buddy said. It was the invented lounging in the dark that stopped me from calling, and the odor of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was rubbing in the dark. When I finally made the call, he told me to come alone and to wear a miniskirt and blouse. No underwear. My Arms shook. I clean-shaved everything that night. Everything but my head. I shoveled a tabouret in front of the mirror and sat in it, naked. I pawed myself, my gams opened up and soles resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated each fold of my vulva and cunt, then pawed my frigs to my mouth, degustating myself. And I caressed my breasts, watching, frolicking with my nips until they hardened. I slid my frigs in and out of myself, the frigs of one mitt in my asshole, the frigs of the other in my cunt. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever faced before. The first-ever thing he did that night was to bind me arched over a cage. Some other girl was locked inwards of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" he said, arching close, but not rubbing me. "Only if you’re lucky." And he cocked his head, his eyes sad, as tho' he pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smirked then, but it made me shiver. "I’m only going to hurt you a little." I dreamed to say something sexy. I dreamed to make him want me. I dreamed to do all the things I’d learned thru the years, the way a girl takes control. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of control. I was violating into pieces. He smirked because he knew everything the moment he saw me. He’d observed my eyes stroll once he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were adorned with straps, ropes, chain, shackles. My assets was on fire. That night he cut my apparel off me. He chained me to a iron bar. He locked a strong steel collar on my neck. Chain inbetween my legs, around my breasts. iron in my mouth, my ass. iron clamps pinning my nipples. And later, electro-hitachi in my cunt. He spread me out spread-eagle, lounging on my back. He packaged leather around my neck and tightened. He cut off my air. He made me come over and over. After he was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do everything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately." I gazed at the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the first-ever time, I wasn’t rubbing in the dark anymore. "Yes sir."