More immobile than he imagined possible. But this is the sort of kinky, psychological position I spend my nights dreaming about, my days planning… what does that say about me? About a client who asks for my twisted, no-going-back-bondage? The nylon straps have him so very helpless he can barely moan — can’t see, can’t lift his head, can’t hear, can’t save himself… and now the fun part… How many ounces of pathetic man-milk should I force out of him? How many times before he’s broken?