Chapter Nine
I spent several days wandering around the streets of Albany, trying to figure out what to do with my life. I was actually rather horny after nearly a week of chastity, but I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. Days were ok, but my nights were spent on the internet. The laptop I found worked quite well. I found my old favorite sites and watched videos and read those wonderful stories of whips, chains and bondage.
One morning I decided to explore the computer and see who once owned it. It belonged to a guy named Phil Thompson. He was the guy from Dallas. When I checked out his favorites, I found he had similar interests as me. I found letters he had written to the infamous Bill, describing things he wanted to experience. After enduring months of whips, chains and various torture
