? He walked over to the wall and pressed a buttonand ropes fell from the ceiling ?these were quickly tied to Bobby's hands andanother button lifted hi... so that he was standing on tiptoes. I watched frommy position on the floor as all the Masters and Mistresses gave Bobby a rightgoing over. He sobbed as the cat lashed his back and bum, begging them to stop-butof course that was useless! At last, he had had the 80 lashes, but then hisMaster gave him a further 10. The MC said to leave him hanging. We went back into my room and lied on my bed, both still naked. “Ella, did you mean what you said last night? Will you really be my girlfriend?” She pulled me to her and we frenched for a solid five minutes before she said, “I’ll be anything you want me to be. From now on you control me; I’m yours to do with as you please.” I was still rock hard and she noticed it, “would you like me to take care of that?” she said pointing at my cock. “I’m in charge you said?” I asked just making sure I heard. "Do you think... you’re ready, now?" His voice is so weak and broken that it unnerves me a little. At this moment I only want to be held forever. The rest only comes after.But I can’t blame him. I, too, feel that burning sensation coming from within. My breath is getting heavier and heavier too, as the knowledge of what we both want becomes more concrete."A little bit more... sorry."Then, while holding me with one arm, he starts touching me from behind. His left hand moves across my asscheeks,. Sounded great to me. I called Joyce and she approved. I told her to dress casual and meet me at the bar at six.John and I tied up any loose ends at the end of the day and headed over to the bar as planned. John as usual had on his jacket and tie. I can't recall ever seeing him loosen his tie. I had on my work clothes with the sleeves rolled up on my dress shirt exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked touching my forearms, reminding me that those years of reverse curls were not in vain.John.