Tried googling for a local munch, turns out Munch is the name of a local paper's food critic. Way to make this so much harder, food guy.
Since this is my first post in this thread, figure I should introduce myself. And what better way to do that than with an incredibly embarrassing story?
Two years ago, I saw my first professional dominatrix, and I had a lot of fun. Saw her a few more times, but she operates a few hours away...the type of distance where you have to make a day of it instead of a spur of the moment thing. So I start searching for someone closer. And last summer, I found someone. Her setup was not nearly as impressive, but if it could save me that many hours, it would be worth it. Then the session begins...
Now imagine, it's a hot July day, you're in someone's basement, they have poor ventilation and no AC, and your hands are restrained just a bit too high. You mention you're feeling warm...very warm...She releases your hands, and at once all the blood from the rest of your body rushes to fill them....you begin to lose consciousness...but realize you really don't want to be carted out to an ambulance in what you're wearing, so you fight through it. I ended up okay, but like hell if I was seeing that dom ever again.