Like A Lamb.

Bansi and his roommate lived modestly. Spartan even. He had a single bed, sheathed in white, the sheets pulled taunt. It looked like a boy's cot at summer camp. There was no decor in his bedroom, except a magazine picture of Wonder Woman taped to the wall. He graciously offered me a plate of lentils and rice. I declined. In his bathroom I saw only a sliver of soap, like the thin curve of a new moon. He had no shower curtain, just a liner. His surroundings were pristine. Christ, he was so poor. My heart twisted in pity for him. I was determined to knock his socks off.

I came out of the bathroom holding my red and elegant whip in a loose lasso. I had transformed my hair into a close approximation of Linda Carter's smooth and heightened flip. I always carry an extra pair of black stockings (doesn't everyone?) in my attache of torment. I cut a leg off the extra pair( I also carry a Swiss army knife,even in a evening bag if it fits ) and wrapped it around my hair like Wonder Woman's head band. I had on shiny, thigh high boots, black leggings and a purple leather corset. The look worked as I could tell by Bansi's rapidly fluttering eye lids and worshipful expression. He got it when I swung my red whip- makeshift lasso in circles over my head. He actually clapped his hands together in delight. This heightened my own determination to whip him into a frenzy. I disregarded the black dress and pantie upshot fantasy as being trite. This just felt right.

"Wonder Woman! I have always loved you!"

I nodded curtly but pleasantly, as crisp and cheerful as a head nurse. I had him stand still, his neck out stretched helpfully. The goose. I got him on the second try and tightened the nylon circle around his neck. I made sure that I could fit two fingers underneath, like a pet's collar. No accidental asphyxiation on my watch. I don't own a chain saw.

"On your knees." I said with sinister flatness. I tightened the noose ever so slightly to punctuate my request and he dropped to position like a native giving birth. I ordered him to lick my boots with his tongue and then to buff them with a clean hand towel. He was reveling in this debasement and was writhing like a vampire dragged out into the sunlight.

"Clasp your hands over your head". I laid down on my back in front of him.

I silkily slid my boots up underneath his loose boxers and tugged them down with my feet. He gasped and crossed his hands over his man bits. I snickered as I stood back up. At first all seemed normal. However, I peered more closely at his genitalia which he was warily guarding. I slapped his hands away and commanded that he keep them over his head.

Bansai was wildly excited, that much was evident. I made him touch himself, with little urging needed. I noted he could only pull the foreskin a bare fraction of an inch over the head of his penis. It seemed he had been born with an abnormally tight foreskin. Being from a small village I guess the doctors over there were not thinking of either hygiene nor atheistics. A quick clip early on, would have freed him. I grasped instinctively one of the reasons why he wanted to be suffocated while excited. His very own physiology had conspired against him to muffle his sexuality. I know it sounds like dime store psychology, but I also knew that I was right about this.

As I was processing and accessing the situation, Bansai interrupted my scrutiny with his self conscious questions.

"Do you see? Do you see now? I still have my...hymen."

"Are you messing with me?" I was truly astonished. Then again, he was wearing sandals and it was about to snow at any moment. November in New England is a beautiful and sharp warning of things to come but Bansai seemed oblivious and ill equipped for his new terrain.

"What? No Mistress no! What do you mean? Look at my penis! I am a virgin.Can't you tell?"

We stared at one another, our heads cocked in naked and mutual bafflement,like dumb dogs. It dawned on me that Bansai was passionately telling me the truth. He was so untutored in the ways of his own body. How could this be, I marveled, in these days of instant, lascivious Internet porn? Was his village really THAT remote? Bansai really thought he had a hymen. AWWWW so sweet!

He didn't know it yet, but I was about to change his life.