it started out just as a game me & ann were playing. we were in some sort of office building/warehouse. I was thinking up possible rules she might enact, and as I was thinking them I was somewhat telepathically asking her if she was going to enact them, and my asking her made them become enacted without her directly answering me. I didnt know where exactly she was, but there was the sense she was coming soon. So gradually I became naked, and it became true that my clothes were in a locker somewhere, and she had the keys to the locker, as well as all my other keys. Then also gradually more people became involved, and the space became more dark, secret, night-lit, inhabited. I was now one of many slaves, people realizing they were irretrievably becoming slaves. Ann was now a part of a large collective consciousness of masters. I found myself in a stall in a long, low room. The light was blue, fluid, like an indoor swimming pool at night. There were many others here, some more at ease than I. Some people were able to stand around (naked, too though) and chat. But I was one of the ones on the floor. Writhing. My dick was hard and ached for gratification. I knew someone would be coming for me soon, at least I hoped so desperately. I watched some of the masters come for some of the others. I saw some of the others being led away. I became aware that more rules had been borne out of my (our?) imagination(s): namely, we were not allowed to touch our masters with our hands, we were not allowed to ask for what we wanted, and we were not allowed to gratify ourselves. My body was becoming one long moan. Finally on a raised dais at the head of the room, one of them appeared. It was androgynous, slender, muscled, lean. I could only see clearly from a little above its knees on down, above that the being was hazy, and glowed softly with a gold light. Its feet became my sole focus and my craving. I slithered across the floor towards its feet--slightly calloused, slightly dirty--and i said oh god yes please as i took one, then the other, into my mouth and sucked and licked and bucked as the creature smiled dispassionately. While in this ecstatic shameless debasement, I heard something from its mind. It was saying something about colors, it was encouraging me, it was saying yes, yes, keep it up, its happening, the colors are changing, there are eight colors in all. I didnt know what it was talking about, but while it was fascinating in the abstract, nothing could distract me from my worship of those feet, my true masters feet.