At the house, I am carefully wheeled into an open doorway. A little set dressing makes it look more like I am part of the wall. I am like a genie, com...ng through the mirror. Various nipple clamps, floggers, tawse and straps are hung on the wall beside me. There are the two electrical boxes: pleasure and pain. The large, acrylic plug is nestled deep in my ass, ready to dispense whatever electrical stimulation the guests choose. The guests are very amused by this new piece of art, and give the. "Your name is on the manila envelope you threw on the table. That's where I got it from." "No way, you couldn't have. Not with the envelope lying face down. I was careful to lay it down that way," she explained. "You are right and you are wrong," I told her. "You are right about putting it on the table face down after you took out the photos, but you are wrong about the first time when you took out that silly letter you claim I wrote. It was face up then and I read your name on it." "I don't. “Oh, you do. That’s just a promise to make sure you do it right.” She grinned. “Now how do you want me?”“Put your hands on the foot rail and move your feet back until you are bent at the waist with the weight on your arms and shoulders.” She complied so that her back and arms were in line and her hips thrust in the air.“Perfect.” I said. “Now I’m going to put a little oil on your ass and give you a few whacks with my hand to warm you up.” I explained while I laid the paddles out on the bed. " that was as far as I got before Seth cracked up."Okay, stop talking," he said teasingly. "You don't ram... I mean, look, it can hurt, okay? But, it's not like that. And the whole pain thing--totally worth it. But, I'm not trying to talk you into anything. I just thought maybe you'd want to try something... different."I studied him for a moment, wanting to make sure that his something different was still what I thought it was.I nodded, deciding that by different he meant good. Or, better than.