He was hung like a merry pony.

He was so enormous, I thought at first he was wearing some sort of prosthesis. Not unlike one of the scary toys that I now owned. Initially, I was speechless. He was wearing white silk boxers, but nothing could disguise the fact that he was a freak of nature. I approached him with a mixture of fascination, detached excitement & curiosity. I felt like a scientist who had stumbled across a new species of man.

"Is it real?" I whispered almost inaudibly. Nazz nodded shyly, glancing at me quickly & then away.

"Take off your shorts. I want to inspect this a little more closely." He hesitated then slowly pulled down his underwear until they were puddled around his feet. I crooked my finger at him & he shuffled toward me. His penis seemed as long as the arm of some pagan god. He had to be at least thirteen inches. I tore my eyes away & gave him an order. When in doubt, play the bitch.

"Where is my tribute? I want it." He turned & went to a glass coffee table where my envelope was waiting.

"Put it between your teeth & crawl back to me." Nazz kept his eyes down & did as I commanded. I was displeased with his awkward scrambling so I gave him more direction. He had the ass of a prince.

"No. Start over. I want you to move with more grace than that. Think of yourself as a magnificent jungle beast. Keep your eyes on my feet & follow them. Right now, my feet should be your whole world. Just think about finally getting them between your lips & fingers."

I began casually strolling around his apartment, not sparing a glance behind me. I was confident he was crawling after me because I could see our images reflected in the glass walls. He was gamely stretching & prowling, the envelope still between his teeth. I smirked & turned around, taking the envelope out of his mouth. I checked & the money was all there. I put it in my bag & withdrew a package of cigarettes, a lighter, a set of hand cuffs & a length of black silk rope. Hey. It was his fantasy.

"Sit". I pointed at a metal chair that was perfect for what I had in mind. Nazz had told me during our phone conversation that he wanted to play with my feet, but he also wanted to see how it would feel to be burned with a cigarette. I suspected I already knew the answer, but some people just have to find out the hard way.

I cuffed his hands behind the back of the chair & bound his feet to the legs of the chair. He was trembling & I felt a pang of empathy which I quickly squelched. I was trembling as well, which I also ignored. However, I was intrigued with my own reaction. How would I overcome my own natural inclination regarding not inflicting pain on my fellow man? I reached for the lighter & heard his quick intake of breath.

I decided to take it slowly & raise the stakes as the session progressed. More for my benefit, than for his. Instead of lighting a cigarette, I lit a candle & stood over him holding it aloft. We both watched silently as the wax gathered at the lip of the candle. We both watched silently as it spilled over the edge, onto Nazz's smooth, brown chest & hard flat belly.

He threw back his head & screamed like a bitch. I noticed however, his freak flag was still flying at full mast. Whimsically, I decided to see if I could press the advantage. What would AVA do? I asked myself. Ava would throw herself fully into the spirit of things.

He was whimpering & begging me to stop. Instead, I straddled his legs & raised the candle much higher & shushed him. I bent forward & lightly licked his tears & whispered " We are going to do this together Nazz. You are to weak for me to really burn. Look how you are crying now. I am making you stronger. You may cry, but you cannot whimper. It disgusts me." He nodded, his chin dropped to his chest. He looked like a man who had been interrogated for hours. Really, I thought, he is being a bit dramatic.

I tilted the candle & once again the wax spilled against his taunt skin. It looked like vanilla icing on a rich slab of caramel cake. This time he flinched only a little.

"Shall we continue"? I asked with a raised brow. Although it was raised theoretically. It was a facial gesture I wished I was capable of, but had never mastered. He nodded again.

Suddenly I was really feeling it & not pretending at all. What was it? What was I feeling?

It was power.