"Laughter is not only good for your soul but for your health"









Hear about the prostitute who was into bondage?

She was strapped for cash.



I couldn't figure out what was happening. She had descended
deeply into subspace, and her voice had become tiny and
difficult to hear over the music we had playing for our scene.

I had her well-trained to orgasm on command, and I could easily
speak loudly enough, when ordering this, to be heard
over the classical piece playing on the stereo. She, however,
was unable to summon the strength or the willpower to speak up,
so I had stopped our play until I could make
out what she was saying.

Every time I asked her what she had said, she would shudder
uncontrollably, deep in the throes of another orgasm. I was
powerless to help her... or to stop her from possibly causing
herself injury. Her barely audible voice kept
repeating something that I could not make out.

Once again, she whispered out her plea...
and once again I replied...

"Come again?"






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