Page 9: — The journey begins

Alma is now wearing elegant, very sexy evening dress with jewelry, a fur boa, fishnet stockings, etc. . She is standing in front of the beautiful wooden door described above. An attendant behind a podium, a man in uniform wearing a peacock-feather mask, holds out a clipboard. Behind Alma and to the side is the figure of the dark lady. They are surrounded by darkness.

I felt the familiar humiliation that I could never resist, even knowing. . . Even with the added embarrassment of her presence, I couldn't help myself.

"You realize, madame, once you sign this release you have no recourse," the attendant said, as he always did.

With a shaking hand I signed my name. As always, my caution started screaming, and I got so hot.

A dark basement corridor or tunnel, lit at the far end. Seen from the back, Alma walks between two large men in suits and leather hoods who are holding her upper arms. She is clearly a prisoner. The dark lady walks behind.

They took me to a place where no one could find me.

But she came too. Before, I'd always gone alone.

There are now four or five men in leather hoods and suits, holding Alma down on a table with stirrups in a dungeon with red walls, binding her hands and feet. Large, realistically molded but colorful dildoes (cocks with balls) are emerging from their open zippers. Alma is wearing only a satin bra and panties. She is putting up an unconvincing show of resistance.

They stripped me and bound me to the device.

I knew what would happen.

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