My Year With a Succubus, Part 2 [MF][BDSM][Squirting]

I called J and asked her to drinks at a favorite bar of mine, a good local place modeled after a speakeasy with a great bourbon selection. The bar is down a flight of stairs and marked only by a red light, and during the week it’s very quiet so I knew we wouldn’t be bothered. I picked her up and told her that if we were going to continue the way we had that we needed to talk about limits and boundaries, and also that this was not going to start a romantic relationship between us, at least not yet. She agreed that she wasn’t looking for something romantic, and while she was interested in kink she had never had someone take it this seriously before, and that left her very intrigued. I remarked something about that being amateur, and how that would make me uncomfortable, but arriving at the bar we sat down, ordered drinks and began to talk. Our past conversations had led me to assume she was into a lot of things, and she didn’t disappoint. She loved being told what to do and how to dress, liked to be on her knees and serve, and she also talked a lot about forced orgasms but had never experienced one. As far as sex, she went on at length about how much she liked anal and also how she didn’t get enough opportunities to introduce toys into the bedroom. She was curious about being told to service other people if they were clean and I trusted them, and had a particular affinity for threesomes and exhibitionism. She said that her only experience with spankings were the kind she got when she was being fucked from behind, and she was very interested in corporal punishment, but asked that I work her into that slowly. J showed me her Tumblr while we were there, and her likes were filled with shapely girls whose bottoms and legs had be covered in aesthetically pleasing welts and bruises. I was happy to oblige in all the things I could, and I asked her if she wanted to start with the punishment she spoke of after the night we left her place for the first time. Her enthusiastic yes gave me the green light to implement an idea that I had often mused about after seeing a version of it in a porn once, but with my own little twist.
Arriving back at her place, I told her to strip down and wait for me on her knees. I went back out to my car to retrieve a folding chair I had previously cut a small hole into, some rope, two different canes, my hitachi, and two pairs of leather restraints. Taking my gear back in I found her waiting by the door as instructed, and I instantly had myself wanting to scrap the whole thing and just take her right there. Recovering, I set up the chair next to the counter we had first made out on and laid out the gear while she watched, wide-eyed. Returning to inspect my newfound plaything, the only thing left on her was a hair tie that I used to tie her hair back in while she waited obediently (almost like she’d done this before haha). I found she was very neatly shaven except for a small patch above her clitoris, not my particular preference but I could remedy that later. I bent down to kiss her, and tested her cunt ever so gently with the tip of my middle finger. She inhaled and cooed softly, and as I withdrew my fingertip out trailed a silver stream of wetness attached to it. I drew my cum-laced finger to her mouth and beckoned her open, and she sucked it clean with a smile. “Good girl.” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Now get up and come with me.”
I led her over to a bookshelf she had in the living room that I spied on my previous visits, and found a multitude of genres on its shelves. There were art books and poetry, a few textbooks, novels, some manga, and in the corner of the bottom shelf a small book that just said “classics”. I could’ve picked any for this project, but I wanted this to hurt and be both fun and frustrating. I took that classics compendium and thumbed through it until “Socrates” stuck out to me and I handed it to her. “Keep my place and bring that over here.” I commanded
“Ok!” She exclaimed
SMACK
I struck her lightly on the cheek and took her chin so that her eyes met mine.
“You sat kneeling like a perfect angel while I prepared and then touched you. You and I both know you’ve got more than an idea of how this goes, and you know that you don’t answer me like that.”
A subtle grin took hold of her face and she responded with “I’m sorry Sir, I won’t forget again.”
I laughed softly and then quipped “brat” with a smirk to which she smiled larger and giggled.
I took her hand and led her to the folding chair, and made her kneel so she could watch and get the idea of what she’d be in for. I slipped a condom over the head of the hitachi wand, and using the rope I tied a noose around the wand’s neck and secured it underneath the chair so that just the head stuck out above the seat. I plugged it in, and then restrained J’s small wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs. I had her sit in the chair backwards so that her breasts were against the back of the chair and secured her wrists to a hole there at the top. I made her arch her back so that her cunt was lined up with the hitachi, and the resistance from the rope gave enough so that it pressed back, parting her labia. Finally I fastened her ankles to the eyelets on the chair legs to hold her into position. The view of her exposed ass and puckered little asshole was exquisite. The head of the wand was already wet from her anticipating what was about to happen, and I was thrilled to see how much she was enjoying this before I let her in on the catch.
“I’m going to have you read for me, little brat.” I said calmly close to J’s ear, placing the book open in her restrained hands. “Every time you stutter or mispronounce a word I’m going to strike you with my cane, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” She said, nodding and still smiling.
“Also J, you are not allowed to cum here in this chair during this task. When we entered into this arrangement you signed your orgasms over to me, is that clear? Only I decide when you get to cum now.”
“Sir, what happens if I cum?” She said, half bratty but also quietly concerned.
“I understand you’ve never done this before J so I’m going to go easy and work you up to controlling it more, and if you disobey me and lose control I’ll even let you pick what happens to you, but just this once, ok?”
“Do I have to choose now?” She asked me.
“No, because I don’t want you planning for it. I want you to genuinely try to control yourself. You told me to punish you after all.”
“Yes sir, I’ll try best for you!”
With a last “good girl” I started the wand on low and J let out a yelp, clearly not expecting the force of it. She had confided in me that she had used a hitachi before, but perhaps it had been a long while. The wand reverberated against her pink little cunt and J stared to moan and writhe in her predicament. “Read slut!” I barked at her and slapped her bottom with my palm, not overly hard but enough to get my point across. A pink hand print began to form on her left cheek as she slowly uttered the first words from the text with a surprising eloquence. I picked up my medium cane and watched her pussy twitch and her ass buck as she tried to maintain composure while finding a more comfortable position to lessen the vibration torturing her. It took her about 15 seconds to figure out that there wasn’t one and that she was going to have to learn to control herself while I watched in sadistic pleasure. Another 30 seconds saw her moans grow louder and she strayed from her lines.
SWISHHH
My strike made contact with her upper left ass cheek and J cried out but recovered quickly enough not to warrant another. That familiar red welt I had she had showed me on her phone just an hour ago started to form, and I wondered if she’d be pleased later when she saw how they decorated her supple little bottom.
J’s stuttering over another minute awarded her red “X’s” across both sides, and her moans told me she was struggling to maintain herself. I struck her a fifth time and turned the wand off.
“I’ll give you a minute break, open your mouth.”
The familiar slutty grin crossed her face as I unzipped and placed my throbbing cock onto the pad of her outstretched tongue.
“Suck brat!” I commanded, and J’s restrained hands began to work along with the expert tongue that I had missed since our first encounter. I began to fuck her face lightly before pulling out and returning the wand to its low settling. J was very excited, and moaned louder than the first time, clearly being more and more aroused by how she was being used. Again she started to read, but this time in a quiet, shaky voice.
I struck her again and said “louder!”
She picked up her volume and pace, making more and more mistakes earning her another 3 or so lashes.
As she built again I shut the wand off for another break, but this time she complained.
“Please Sir, I want it!”
“And you will, slut. I’ll see to it” I retorted, stuffing myself back into her mouth rand obbing her of a reply.
The streams of saliva started to come out as I fucked her mouth more roughly, only now realizing how worked up I was. I had focused my attention on making sure the scene went as planned, and while I was enjoying myself I had forgotten that I get to play too. After feeling myself begin to build I withdrew and gathered her strings of spit in my hand and rubbed them onto her face.
“What a mess you’ve made, slut. Disgusting.”
I turned the wand on again and struck her once for good measure, and from the half pained-half orgasmic squeal she made I knew she wouldn’t last long now.
“Sir I’m getting close, please let me cum!” She moaned out in a shaky voice.
“No, read. You know I’m not going to let you.”
J only got half a sentence in before asking again, more desperately this time. I denied her again, and swatted her for stopping to ask again.
“Ask me again before you finish that paragraph and I’ll give you ten!” I growled in her ear, but the fear that I meant to instill had the complete opposite effect.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Sir please let me cum I can’t hold it!” She cried to me.
Any reply or consent I could’ve given wouldn’t have mattered as J came hard with sharp, loud squeals. Her legs shook and her ankles buckled, held in place only by the restraints around them as she continued to moan through her release.
“Didn’t I warn you, slut? Did I tell you that you weren’t allowed to cum during your task?” I barked at her while she was struggling to get off the vibrator. Her clit must have been extraordinarily sensitive after that hard of an orgasm.
“Sir I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!!” J got out in a panic.
I didn’t care to hear any of it. This was a punishment (albeit a playful one) and she broke the rules.
I took hold of the wand underneath her and pressed into her cunt and she screamed loudly and tried to wiggle herself away. The wand was wet all the way down the handle from her arousal and I had a bit of trouble maintaining the force I needed to continue to torment her.
“PLEASE TAKE IT OFF SIR PLEASE!” J begged me, writhing erratically as I forced it harder against her mound.
“No!” I spat back. “You’re going to tell me exactly how I’m going to punish you for breaking my rules.”
I gave her a few moments to squeal and mull over and her legs begin to shake again.
“Well!? How am I going to punish you slut?”
Her response made me pause and stare off in amazement.
Between her moans she caught her breath and gasped out “Whip me, beat me, FuCK ME HowEver you want But IF YOU DONT STOP…OHHH GOD….I’m gONna squIRt! I’M GONNA SQUIRT!” J moaned out in broken words.
My reaction was totally automatic and immediate. Holding the wand up against her I flipped the switch on to high and held it their against her.
The response from her was stunning and the first time I’d witnessed anything like it.
“OOHHHHHHH MY GGOD!” J wretched out as she released her cum onto the chair in a waterfall that ran from the seat and down the hole onto my hand. It was a warm and an incredibly sexy sensation as her cum ran over me and onto the floor with an audible splatter, as if someone had tipped a glass over onto the tile. Her asshole was gaping open and then closing again as her body involuntarily forced the liquid from her, and her swollen cunt was contracting along with it.
J was visibly spent and still moaning hard when I shut the vibrator off and unshackled her and helped her up from the soaked chair, bending her against the granite countertop.
“That was…incredible J.” I spoke softly to her with genuine admiration. “I’ve never seen anything like that, that was so sexy!”
“Thank you Sir, I don’t get to cum like that very often” she smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like the mess I’ve made.”
A split second thought entered my head about cleaning all this up later, but quickly disappeared when J said “will you please fuck me now? You’ve only had the pleasure of my mouth Sir, I have two more holes for you to use.”
My mind suddenly turned to my own growing need to cum, and I quickly tore my clothes off. I was rock hard and pulsing, J was admiring it while peering back behind her. She was running her hand over her soaked slit and down her legs where her cum had left wet, silky streaks on her thighs. Her eyes were telling me how much she needed it inside her, she had played such a long game to get here and it was finally about to pay off. The anticipation must have been killing her more than it was me as I greedily grabbed ahold of her perfect ass and teased her by moving my cock over the top of her slit.
“Please fu..” J didn’t even get to finish as I entered her, the foreplay had relaxed her and I felt myself go farther in than I had wanted, and as I retreated she tightened up, almost trapping me in her silky, wet little cunt. I pushed forward again as she moaned for me, and this time I went almost to her cervix. I don’t typically go as deep in early stages but a primal urge had come over me, and I’ll I could think of was greedily burying myself in her. J began to move her hips up and down to tease me as fucked her deep, and then I felt her fingers on either side of my cock. She was spreading herself open for me, and the sensation was incredible, but just after she began to fuck me back. I knew I wasn’t going last much longer here like this, especially with J’s moans driving me crazy, so I pulled out.
“I want your ass brat.” I said as I stepped back to gaze on her, stroking myself.
J giggled and smiled at me with that intoxicating slutty smile. She knew I was close, she could probably feel me pulsing inside her. She put her hands on her ass and spread herself apart for me, welcoming me in.
“You could’ve just cum in my pussy, you know it’s safe i told you I was on the pill. Cum wherever you want, just please let me have it inside Sir.”
The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. I had always pulled out or worn a condom. It drove me wild thinking about cumming in her at all, much less in her ass.
I ran my hand over her pussy and lubricated myself, and placed my head at her entrance. Her ass was surprisingly welcoming as I pushed forward slowly, and I got about three inches in before she winced in her moans. I pulled back and then went again, and found my rhythm. She had her hand on her pussy as I fucked her, rubbing another out of herself. I got rougher and went harder as she started to shudder.
“Can I cum Sir?” J cooed out.
I barely got out a “yes” before she collapsed under it, her ass dipped sharply when her knees buckled a little and her ass tightened up. That was just the sensation I needed. As J moaned through her orgasm I buried myself all the way inside her, which made her buck and arch her back. Deep inside I emptied myself into her, struggling to stay standing and gripping her ass tightly from the power of it. That amazing warmth washed over me and I slowly began to pull out. The amount of cum inside her must have been amazing because as I finished pulling out my semen followed me and began to barely drip out. I collapsed over her back and stroked her skin, kissing her softly. She recovered too and took me by the hand upstairs to shower off. We made out the whole time and washed each other, and then I went down to pick up the kitchen and clean up.
I slept in her bed that night, the first of many. She even woke me up half way through the night to go again, which was another amazing first for me.
This began a long standing routine that would last just over a year. We started doing everything together, including going out looking for other partners to take home. Keep that in the back of your mind for my next entry, which I hope will be soon.
I hope you enjoyed my reminiscence! ~KN

My Year With a Succubus, Part 1 [MF][Cheating]

This is my first of many posts here (I hope!), and it took a bit of courage to share. I have a lot of instances in my life that I think are worth sharing, and many of them come from this period of my life. I was 23, and back in college after taking time off to travel and work. I’m white, 6’1, about 145 lbs here. I was fit but not built in any sense of the word, with brown hair that I kept swept back and shaved sides. I had a tattoo recently finished on my chest, and another on my shoulder from a few years before. I’ll go by “KN” if my name is mentioned below.
I will apologize in advance for my long-winded writing. Some things I just can’t help but flesh out all the way through. Names have been altered and minor details that don’t effect any of the narrative. I hope you enjoy!
Let’s call her J. I originally met her while attending a University of Texas club for Dungeons and Dragons. We didn’t speak much at first, but I accepted her friend request on Facebook since she was in the group and we occasionally played in the same campaigns. I was in a relationship at the time, a rapidly declining relationship, but never the less I was taken and wasn’t looking. Girls that I met just didn’t interest me, I was head over heels for my significant other but unbeknownst to me I was slowly being pursued by other women, but more on that later.
She was attractive: Asian American, 5’3, alluring smile, and an engaging laugh. Her hair changed color often, pink when I first met her. She was smaller, not petite, but what my friends and I would affectionately call “fun sized”. She had C cup breasts but looking back they were deceptively larger from the lingerie she would wear. She had a great ass too, my favorite feature of hers, and an overall slim but healthy figure.
Our story starts during an argument over politics on Facebook. This was an argument that actually saw her change her opinion on something, one of those starcrossed moments on Facebook one could only dream of these days. I think it was one of the things that originally attracted me to her despite my relationship status, the both of us knew full well to admit when we were wrong. After that we talked more often and eventually met up at an anime convention. We were both accompanied by a large group of friends but it was clear to most of those around us that we were interested only in conversing with each other.
Our few weeks of off and on texting before the convention had made us fast friends, but she was out for something more. J, for those of you familiar with the Paul Weller song, was a textbook “Butterfly Collector”. This personality would change after our first few months in the sheets together (and with others), but after the convention and getting to know her in person it was clear that J was after some dick and when she found one she wanted she wasn’t keen on letting it go.
The timing turning out to be fortuitous, my girlfriend and I as I had mentioned were on the way to breaking up, and while I was still somewhat oblivious to this our sex life had been failing and she had become less engaging than was typical (I would learn some years later of a bad cocaine habit and infidelity, but that isn’t terribly important here except in hindsight. The point was that I was horny as fuck and had slowly started to realized by this point that I had inadvertently surrounded myself with available women, one of which was chomping at the bit to get into bed with me).
It should be said at the outset that I didn’t go out intending to cheat, and my mistake (even though I regard it in memory as the gateway to one of the most fun times of my life, it was still a mistake) isn’t excusable, but fucking hell was it worth it. My girlfriend was planning on attending a party hosted at a coworkers house this particular evening, and had asked me to go with her and her friends there. She suggested that I invite available women to come out, people who knew how to party and not be turned off by the rager this party was bound to become. My mind instantly went to J, and a quick text brought her and two of her classmates (one of which would be a future bedmate) out for the evening.
I was excited to see J in this environment, we hadn’t been out for drinks yet and I knew that things were bound to get interesting given her personality. She arrived at the party a half hour after my girlfriend and I, called me, and I went outside to retrieve her and the other girls. I was floored when I got outside. J was in extravagant black heels at least 5 inches high and a black dress that molded her body perfectly. The dress sat precariously just above her ass, which up until now, I don’t think I had given enough attention to. The dress had sewn in mesh strips that cut diagonally across her chest and waist that left just enough to the imagination. It was the type of cocktail dress you’d expect to see at an upscale club. Her friends stepping out of the car were dressed similarly, one in red and the other in pink and white. J’s friends were as gorgeous as she was, one of them maybe a little bit more, and they all seemed to enjoy the attention I gave them as I picked my jaw up off the pavement. The three looked like they were a hunting pack out for blood, dressed literally to kill, and as I recall one of the boys on the porch behind me actually choked on his cigarette smoke.
“If you stare anymore people will talk, this is your girlfriend’s work party after all” J slyly remarked, stepping passed me while giving just enough extra swing in her step to draw my eye back towards her walking into the house. I’ve always been an ass man, and I couldn’t help but give hers another 2 second look as she mounted the porch while her friends walked passed me, giggling under their breath.
Inside as I got them their first round of drinks there was no doubt in my mind that they had planned this. J knew that my girlfriend was more of a t-shirt and jeans type of girl, and even when the occasion called for it she rarely dressed up, and J also knew that part of her bothered me sometimes. Her friends had already claimed a spot at the beer pong table, and my girlfriend was nowhere to be found (later I realized she was off in the back room doing lines, but no matter), so I was happily stuck in the kitchen talking with J.
The night went on much as any party does, beer pong, some drunken dancing when the right song comes on, drunken half flirts disguised as mingling, and eventually it reached a climax when the last of the liquor was being tapped around 3am. J came to me shortly after and said that her friend was terribly drunk, and they needed to leave. She asked if I would mind driving her car back to her apartment since she was much too intoxicated, and I, having been to occupied with her, had laid off of the drinks enough to be a safe choice. She would tell me later that she never intended on leaving without me, knowing that I would oblige her. I explained the situation to my girlfriend and she waved me off to continue along with her friends, said my goodbyes to some others, and headed out with J. Her friends were actually really drunk and fell asleep halfway back. We arrived, took them upstairs to sleep on The couch, and J brought out some bourbon from the kitchen for us.
J and I’s conversation turned even more flirty in the kitchen. Our eyes wandered to each other often, I would make remarks about her beauty and natural flirtatiousness being dangerous, and she’d follow back with more and more brazen gestures towards me. It wasn’t long before she reached out for me as I was putting my glass down, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I didn’t resist.
I forced my tongue into her mouth and teased at hers, and then retreated as hers playfully entered mine after pausing to skillfully run around my lip. Her flicks drove me wild, and I attacked her bottom lip with my teeth causing her to let out a deep seated moan. She pulled away.
“So that’s the way it’s going to be, huh?” She whispered through her moan, running a hand through my hair as I pulled her hips closer and held her their, one hand behind her head.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night. If I’m gonna kiss you, I’m gonna make sure you’ll remember it after I pull away.” I said, and she bit back at me while running her hand from my hair down my chest. We continued on in this way for a few more minutes. Wild, passionate, primal kissing that ended with her hand tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans and me hoisting her onto the counter. Her dress hiked up when I lifted her perfect ass to sit on the granite revealing stunning pink panties that matched her hair. My mind was torn as I pulled away. On the one hand I had this gorgeous woman before me offering everything I wanted and was missing for the last few months, writhing on the countertop and spreading her legs wider for me to take in what was clearly meant for me. On the other I had a girlfriend, I had never cheated in my life, and to be honest I wasn’t sure that I could perform with that in the back of my head. That was what made me feel the most awful, the fact that I was more worried about being able to perform doing something I knew to be wrong rather than thinking of my current relationship and how badly I’d just screwed up.
I took another step back and her playful smile began to fade. She knew I was conflicted and stood up, walking towards me and fixing her dress. “I’m sorry.” I said as politely as I could, out of breath and a little shocked at myself. “I’ve been so unbelievably horny for so long, especially for you, but I can’t. It’s not you, it’s just…” and I lost the words. They didn’t come. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off, quickly, adding simply “we should get back.”
She continued towards me, took my hands in hers, and kept pressing on. Before I knew it my back was against the front door. I never expected her to make contact again after I pulled away, and especially not to get this close. I wasn’t prepared for it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.” She said, her lips six inches from mine. “She doesn’t deserve you, and I’m kind of a brat. I can’t keep my hands to myself. I really want you, but I should’ve waited.”
I was frozen and conflicted again. The dominance that came off of her intoxicated me more than the bourbon. Here I was, caught between the door and her, and I made a choice. I was beyond frustrated, pent up and drunk enough to do something stupid. I’m pretty sure I literally said “fuck it” as I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her flowing pink hair and pulled her lips to mine again. I decided I wanted her, and that if the universe had put me through a few months of sexless, joyless company with my inevitable ex-girlfriend and then threw me into this, who was I to refuse? Or at least that’s how I poorly rationalized my sudden change of heart.
We were back the way we were, except this time with me pinned up against the door. Her dress was off before I knew it revealing a matching pink bra, my top two buttons had come undone, and she was dropping to her knees.
“Let me make all this up to you, hmm?” She said looking up at me with an almost cruel smile.
My belt was undone and across the room in a flash, my button fly open, and my jeans around my knees. She pulled my underwear down so quickly it made me jerk and then slowly, painfully slowly sucked my throbbing hard cock into her mouth. She was so skillful, the head of my dick between her lips with her tongue running circles around it’s rim, flicking it as it pulsed inside her warm, soft mouth. She pulled me in further, and further, missing not an inch with her well trained tongue. I kept waiting for the back of her mouth, but it never came, only a slight increase in the perfect amount of pressure, as she worked me all the way back into her throat and the tip of her tongue was playing with my balls down below. All seven inches of me disappeared inside her mouth and any reservations I had left vanished. Sometimes she’d pull out enough to get a hand around me and work me like I had never felt, and other times she’d fuck herself against me until her nose was pressing into my pelvis. Her eyes were tearing up and her mascara began to run as thick streams of saliva ran from her mouth to all over my groin like a spider’s web, occasionally dripping onto the floor between her spread knees. She hardly ever drew her eyes away from me as she punished herself on me, working me while she occasionally moaned or gagged. A familiar warm flush came over my whole body as I drew closer to the edge, and I couldn’t believe I lasted as long as I did. The wave crashed over me in one of the sexiest moments I’d experience in my time with her, a hot mix of pleasure and the guilt of doing something forbidden.
“I’m gonna cum! J! I’m cumming!” I barely got out as she worked her hand over the middle of my shaft, her tongue moving ever skillfully on the rest of me inside her mouth. I gripped her hair as I let loose inside her, and she swallowed every bit as it shot down her throat, never allowing the head to leave her mouth. She finally released me and giggled with slutty, pleased smile across her ruined face as she wiped spit from her lips and chin.
She probably said something horribly witty and perfect for the moment, but it was lost on me as I recovered.
Her friends started to stir on the couch in the loft above us, and while I doubt either of us would’ve cared if they’d seen, she said that we should get dressed.
We talked a while afterwards, had another drink, and then on the way out the door to leave I said “whatever am I going to do with you?”.
“Oh, you can punish me later.” She said. “I told you I’m an awful brat.”
She continued to hint the whole way back towards my end of town that she was really kinky, and that she knew from talking to some of my friends that I was too. She fully intended for me act on what she had said while leaving, and I had already began turning ideas over in my head on how to go about it.
In truth I’m far from vanilla, most of the relationships I’d been in were bdsm based, and I had a bag of crops, floggers, paddles, restraints, and various accoutrements at my place that were clean and hadn’t been used in a while.
We got back to my girlfriend’s place where I saw my car waiting in the lot, I kissed J goodnight, and left for my place. The whole way home I wondered how I was going to tell the girlfriend about this, but it turned out I wouldn’t have to. We broke up the following weekend, and I fell into J’s arms a conflicted mess for the next few days, afterwards I decided to finish what I started.
Part 2 posted immediately after this (4/4/18)