I moved in and caught her before she went down as several sergeants snickered. I smiled, “Jumpy?”She glared, “Damn it Pendragon, you know better...”I shrugged and let her go, “you need R&R if you are that jumpy.”She glanced at the others in the office, “Something just does not feel right.”I looked at her and then around the office, “About the mission?”Ginger sighed, “No, I do not think so.”I glanced at my kit against the wall, “let me report in and we will talk.”She nodded and walked towards the. I stumbled to it because she was pulling the leash and walking to fast for me. Wendy secured me in place by using the wrist and ankle restraints removing the spreader bar. Now I was spread eagled on the ring. Wendy then said that a good slave needs a constant reminder of their position. She went over to a closet, opened the door and hanging on the walls were all sorts of whips. She picked one and came over to me and gave me a smack on my ass through the skirt. It hurt like hell.Wendy grabbed my. "Yes sir I understand, and when would you like this to take place?" she asked.She seemed totally at ease with me and this served to boost my confidence. "Next week sometime, if that's possible?" I asked putting a more masterfultone on. "Yes sir, how about Tuesday at 8pm the master at arms hotel" she seemed tohave things pretty much under control. "Sounds great, erm how do I" I was stopped in my tracks again. "you leave an envelope in the name of Sarah Collins with payment inside, £150to be. Monday came, and Rachel could hardly wait to talk about the letter I'd forwarded her. I have to be honest here, it's not just bondage I'm fascinated by, but the entire dominance/submission fantasy. Rachel said my story was incredibly hot, and went on and on about how she'd love to be a fly on the wall if I ever went through with it. After the letter from the internet dater, I assumed that she shared my interest, and didn't think much more about it. Our friendship continued, and then on a.