Secret Keeper
Executioner
While I was doing 'The Weeping Horse' the Manchester bombing happened.
I had a girl friend, Barbara was her name, who lived in Manchester. The bombing made me think of her. One of her children as a parent or grandchildren could have been in it.
When we met I found out the most curious thing about her. Sucking her ear lobes turned her on intensely. More than any other way, it was the way to get her juices flowing, something she had not known before.
She became my love slave immediately. I had total control over her and loved it, my second and, alas, my last D/s relationship.
This did not last long, though. I gave her an orgasm on the middle of a crowded dance floor. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, knew it was an orgasm.
Immediately she set me packing. More exactly she packed and went back to Manchester. I couldn't understand why she was so angry.
I have since matured. Now I know she showed great control not taking a kitchen knife and slitting my throat.
I wish I had a better reason than the bombing for remembering her. I hope her children and grandchildren are well. I am sure she has them by now.
Because of my misadventure with her, I now know the value of keeping secrets, thus the name on this site, Secret Keeper.
I had a girl friend, Barbara was her name, who lived in Manchester. The bombing made me think of her. One of her children as a parent or grandchildren could have been in it.
When we met I found out the most curious thing about her. Sucking her ear lobes turned her on intensely. More than any other way, it was the way to get her juices flowing, something she had not known before.
She became my love slave immediately. I had total control over her and loved it, my second and, alas, my last D/s relationship.
This did not last long, though. I gave her an orgasm on the middle of a crowded dance floor. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, knew it was an orgasm.
Immediately she set me packing. More exactly she packed and went back to Manchester. I couldn't understand why she was so angry.
I have since matured. Now I know she showed great control not taking a kitchen knife and slitting my throat.
I wish I had a better reason than the bombing for remembering her. I hope her children and grandchildren are well. I am sure she has them by now.
Because of my misadventure with her, I now know the value of keeping secrets, thus the name on this site, Secret Keeper.