Laura lived in San Francisco and came over to write a piece on the Gay Pride. I won’t bore you with all the details, but Ellen, a lesbian friend of mine, introduced me to Her and asked me if Laura could stay at my place for a couple of days. That was no problem whatsoever, because Laura was a lovely person. We talked for hours, as if we’d known each other for years. One morning we had a funny argument about something and I teased Her a bit. She grabbed – and almost dislocated – my fingers and I screamed down on my knees. She pushed me backwards and I ended up on my belly. She grabbed my arms, forced them on my back and planted Her knees on my wrists. The pain was excruciating! I wanted to tap out, but I had no arms left to tap with. “Now we’ll wait for Ellen,” She said. I wailed: “But that will take hours!” She grinned: “I know.” I couldn’t move a finger and I begged Her to let me go. To no avail. Man, I love San Francisco.
As a kid, I had two hobbies: playing football and bashing the brains in of other boys. Girls did no such things. They just stood there like Madame Tussauds’ figures, talking with each other. Long before Femdom came Boredom, no question about it. Teasing these Girls was also a favourite pastime of mine. Karin in particular, because She was stunningly beautiful with Her long, blonde hair, blue eyes and gorgeous legs. Being chased by Karin was like having a galloping orgasm. Let alone being captured and beaten by Her! She didn’t fight though, She just grabbed my hair and plucked me like a chicken. There was really no need to go to a barber in those days. Or She twisted my fingers so badly that I ended up with a rheumatic hand for the rest of the day. She was ruthless and had no sympathy whatsoever for my agony. Man, I loved it! Loved to suffer for Her, loved being at Her mercy and having to beg for forgiveness. So here’s to Karin, scrambled fingers and early baldness.