In the centre of the room was a saltire whipping frame which had been built especially for this room and to Jacqui's own design. It was vertical at th... moment, but could be swung to horizontal if needed. The four branches were adjustable for angle, could be telescoped to any required length. They could also be moved to other angles independently of each other. Standing quietly beside the frame was Jacqui, completely nude, clearly resigned to whatever was to come.Then Greta said, "Enjoy," though. I haven't cut myself in 6 months. The last time wasNovember 12th. The last time I made love to myself. Riding the bus,always the bus. Riding with old people, and punks, and ordinary people movingthrough their miserable pathetic lives. They're beautiful, fascinating and Istare at them one by one, never seeing them before and wondering if I'll eversee them again. They're uncomfortable, hating my bad manners. All except thepunks...They stare back. One pushes out his tongue and laughs and I. I felt in something of a mental fog, our tongues intertwined and our hands under the shirt of the other, caressing and holding each other’s now bare breasts. I felt the zipper of my denim skirt being unbuttoned and then unzipped, the fabric falling to the grass over my heeled shoes. Then a soft finger began to glide down to my slit, finding my pierced clit. Then came the insistent tugging and twisting. I never wore underwear because the skull-head piercing would wear a hole through even the. . I get to run my hands all over your body ... er, all over your pajamas, I guess ... and I don't get slapped?" Well ... there are some rules ... but you don't even have to keep your hands on the outside of the pajamas." Wow, the rules must be some doozers ... Okay, lets have it. What are the rules?" Pretty simple really. Just pretend we're wearing swim suits. Any area that would be covered by the swim suit is a 'protected' area. You can't hide the quarter there and you can't search.