Tim J123:

05-05-1969

There are no windows here. A dim light but not so that she can see to the far corners of the room. The man standing in the shadow is wearing, she can just about see, a uniform of some sort....the tie and the jacket suggest a suit but the total look is too formal, too servile, despite his size and his muscularity, his physical presence as clear to her as if it was broad daylight. 'You will remove your clothes and put these on' he says, pointing at what is on the table in the middle of the room. He is making a statement, not asking or requesting. Very rude of him. He seems to think she's the sort of girl who does what a man tells her. 'Oh yeah?' She smiles sarcastically and shakes her head. The man produces a long leather strap and holds it in his outsized right hand. He doesn't move. It seems he really was making a statement....he knows she will do as she is told or she'll have to take the consequences. She swallows, hard, and pulls her top over her head. As she lets it fall she takes a step forward and looks, for the first time, at the dog collar, leash, and four leather cuffs ? that are the only ? things on the table.Music: 16th century Bolivivan nose flute quartets. Other than that, anything but James Blunt and Celine Dion.TV: I hate TVInterests: Walking up behind people and making unexpected loud noises. Being grumpy.BestFeatures: I have no good features except that I go away sometimes.Dreams: Revolting, twisted, perverted and generally very enjoyable. Beats being awake most days.