What was he thinking?

What is a Domme to do when she is faced with a slave that put his cock before his well being?

The other day one of my favorite play thing passed out in session. Not because of something I did but because of something he did prior to entering the studio.

Normally upon entering the studio I would hood this particular slave and place him in secure bondage. This day I notice that he was a bit clammy so I decided to skip the hood. I securely wove him into my lovely new lattice suspension. Just as I was completing the bondage he said he was hot and dizzy. Suddenly I noticed his legs beginning to buckle. Thank god that I had secured him to the lattice. I leaned against him pining him against the suspension and called Mistress Mona for help. Mona held him up while I cut away the bondage. Mistress Delilah came in with a glass of water and a wet cold towel. All three of us gently helped him into a chair. Of course at this point I ended the session, because he was in no condition to continue. We talked for awhile. I of course asked him had he eaten and what? I could not understand what had happened. Later that evening I receive an email that said he had purchased pills over the internet called P-boost. P for penis. Ordering drugs over the internet. Is dangerous. Especially a Viagra want-a-be! He is an older gentlemen. Medication like Viagra lowers your blood pressure. If I was a unskilled Domme he could have fallen on me or flat on his face. What was he thinking?

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