Scotts BDSM Adventure
Where am I? Who am I? I struggle with figuring out these things from a fuzzy state of u*********sness. As I slowly come to, I remember my name is Scott Smith. I am lying face down on some sort of table. I try to raise my head and torso, but I am strapped down. The room is pitch black so I can’t see anything. I try to remember how I got here. The events of last night are coming back. I was in a bar talking to a knockout looking chick. She was enjoying my come on lines that always work well,...