I come home tired and exhausted. You are waiting in the doorway for me. You notice my tiredness and offer me a massage. I follow you to our room, and lay down on the bed. You say to me “Come and sit on my lap, it will more comfortable”. I get up from the bed and sit on your lap. You kiss me with passion, and begin to massage me. I say “Let me get these pesky clothes off first”. I take off my shirt and bra. I then take off my pants and underwear, and sit back on your lap. I can feel you growing hard underneath me. I say “I’m not the only needing a massage”. Let me take care of you first” you say. You slowly rub my shoulders, and down my neck. All tension in my body is released. You hand me a glass of water, and I gladly drink it. During your lovely massage I start to fall asleep in your arms, the world fading to black…

I wake up to the sound of a motor. I am in a car. I blink twice, yawn and stretch. I look up and see you driving. You’re in skinny jeans, and a T-shirt. I look at myself. I am in a vinyl PVC corset, fishnets, and leather stilettos. I look at you and say “Thanks for the outfit, love”. “No problem”, u say, and pet my head. I ask you “Where are we going?” You reply, “To a little place called Lower Links, in Manhattan”. “Why didn’t you just ask me to go, instead of sedating me and throwing my unconscious body in the car.