My Master appeared from nowhere dressed as a street peddler. He had a full basket of beautifully shaped t**s and kept singing, “Fresh breasts here, get your fresh breasts here….”
“No, no, no, no…,” I screamed as a multitude of characters disappeared into the ever-changing, blinding lights. Finally everything went dark and quiet once more.
Sweat soaked my strait jacket and I was shaking uncontrollably as the hallucinations finally faded from my mind. My eyes were fully open staring into the blackness of the blindfold, but I didn’t dare shut them. I didn’t want to experience such paranoia again.
I remained absolutely motionless. My heartbeat and breathing finally returned to normal.
“Holy f**k! What was that?” I thought. “That must be what an acid trip is like.”
That ordeal absolutely s
