The leader, whose name Hannah would learn was Roberta, began swinging the cord in wide fast circles before stepping closer to Becky. The cord fell ove... and over again, in rapid succession and without any breaks.Stripe after vicious stripe began to appear on the poor girls ass and the backs of her thighs. Becky screamed and writhed and twisted in wretched torment as the cord continued mercilessly.Becky’s screams lost their individuality and merged into one long continuous wailing as the lashing. Real big and set up for a still photo shoot.There was a dungeon type room filled with hooks and rings on the walls.Racks everywhere with restraints and all sorts of straps and leather.And then there were the other players, beautiful trans-women. The twowho played the subs were named Staci and Diane.A tall black girl with a coffee colored complexion, gorgeous and walkingaround in next to nothing, Diane took my breath away. She was wearing awhite teddy and nothing else. She was completely shaved. Jean looked a lot younger than her age; she was dressed in a white knee length short skirt that highlighted her long statuesque legs. She wore a very expensive low-cut blue tank top which revealed her plentiful cleavage, over this she wore a vest jacket accented with very expensive intricate embroidery. I asked "why are you still dressed?" She said I stayed dressed because I knew you would probably be coming over but I wasn't sure, so I planned on finding out what room you were in and stop in,. He feels like he has to 'make up' for the fact that we have no mother to take care of us so, if anything, he works even harder now than before to make sure we never lack for anything. But we hardly ever see him. We were raised by servants and tutors hired by Father. Apart from the kids at summer camp, we've only known one boy our age, the son of our old chauffeur but he left when his wife got cancer."That night, in their tent after lights out but before Lisa had come to bed as well, Linda,.