These were the people in charge, the people that not only set up Club Gomorrah but made the products within. I stopped a minute to send the text, retyping it twice as I tried to make the lie more convincing, thats when a black car came down the road behind me slowing as it came to a stop beside me. She probably thinks I’m waiting for a dealer, like I’m a fucking junkie or something. She was like a selection of flowers, the only way I can accurately describe her scent is to say she smelled… soft. Things I fantasised about things I fixated on things I never imagined could exist and despite their well documented existence still refused to believe did. So here goes, I fantasise about being a slave, a slave to the sexual desires of others, I want to be turned into a sissy slave and used as a human flashlight for men and women, to be used and played with as they desire. “Mmm, someones exited, getting all hard from just me being close to you. I begged and begged to be the one to come and get them. I thought I was dying, that I had just been killed, that my life had been stolen and that I was going to heaven… or hell, or whatever there
