“I’m sorry sir, 3,” you say, trying to stay relaxed, SMACK. “4,” you cry out, SMACK. “5,” SMACK, “6,” SMACK, “7,” SMACK, “8,�...� SMACK, “9,” SMACK, “10” I don’t smack you on 10, instead I sit you up, and sit in front of you, pulling your face to look me in the eyes. “Do you know why you had to be punished, my little pet?” “Yes Sir, I pulled away from sucking your cock and that was very rude of me. I won’t do it again sir,” you respond. “Very good kitten,” I respond, and then kiss you on the. HOW WRONG WAS I!"you can tell me anything Anna, you know that. What's the matter?" Well............... I'm a Masochist!"I was not expecting that!"I like to be used, abused, whipped, beaten... " What! " was all i could manageAnna stood up and removed the dressing gown, revealing her nakedness and various bruises, cuts and on her back faded marks that could only have been made by a whip."I need this, but Barry cant do it anymore. I need a new master and I want it to be you." You can do whatever. John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to more than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the slightest sexual attraction to him or any other man, that was to change in a big way.After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses as places he would go to have sex. I was fascinated, the more I listened the more I wanted to see. Penelope told him to come down to the basement door because Mister Johnson never used the stoop door and had it double locked with heavy bolts. She rang the bell and a stout woman with a heavy German accent answered with a laugh recognizing young Penelope from her piano playing days."Ach, little libchen, it is so nice to see you. How are your mama and your papa?"Penelope smiled and tightened her hold on Justin's arm."They are both well, Gretchen. Mister Whitecastle has business with Mister.