She tossed me one of her nighties and told me go to bed,with which I quickly complied. We were both so tired that we actually justslept.The next morni...g I woke up first and took a shower. When I finished, Sandiwas up and I asked her about happened to my clothes. She said that Iprobably just grabbed the wrong suitcase."Well we could go out and buy you a whole new wardrobe. But, you have somany clothes already at home, when we get home, they will either be thrownout or stuffed away never to be. I then asked why the double guiche piercings...she explained that in order to eliminate any unwanted bulges in mysilhouette, that the jewelry in the frenum piercing of my penis had beenreplaced with a captive bead ring that could be locked to the rings inthe guiche piercings, thusly locking my penis between my legs until theperson holding the key unlocks me...and that person would be Melody.When we arrived back at Melody?s home she told me to take a bath andmeet her in the library when I was. It looked rather sexy, too, she thought, she hadn’t seen very many vaginas and rarely had the desire to see her own. But now, as she looked at in the mirror, she thought it was begging to be touched. She watched in amazement as it open like a flower and began to moisten. Carefully, she moved her fingers around the larger lips, gasping as she touched one sensitive spot after the other. She was breathing rapidly. Taking a chance, she moved her fingers closer to her hole and she jumped as she felt. And there was the added thrill that she was unable to see me. Did this make me a coward?Helen had said that to be a good torture-master you have to love your victim. I loved Cathy. Standing there and looking at her, I loved her more than ever before. I loved her so much that I wanted to hear her scream - in pain and in joy. I stepped closer to her and hit her left breast with the whip.The unexpected attack made her gasp, but only briefly. She soon recovered her composure."Oh, it's you, Stan..