Many eyes followed us but this being London; strange sites metLondoner's eyes every day. London had more than a dozen schools thatsported bizarre scho...l uniforms ranging from Morning dress, completewith top hats, through to caped girls in tri-corn hats down to juniorchildren in corduroy knickerbockers, buckled shoes and frilly cottonblouses.It seemed that in London, school uniforms for fee-paying schoolsbasically amounted to whatever fad took the school governing board'sfancy. Tightly corseted. And here I am, presented with a leather whip. Now I'm pretty sure it is a guy. I leave the blinds open for him, as usual. Then I put on the blindfold and start exploring my body. I rub the chain of the whip handle between my pussy lips and I immediately get wet. The straps of the leather whip are kind of cold and feel like a stern warning to my breasts. So far in my fantasies I got my bottom spanked and whipped. But now I see myself tied up with my arms stretched above my head. The Master is. Her tone was just like Jess’ ... Her eye brows raised, but she said nothing.She ran her finger tips down my chest, stopping at my waistline. Then her hand slid back up and underneath my shirt. Her soft touch raised goosebumps on their way up.Her fingers stopped at my nipples; her thumb and forefinger lightly tweaked them and I swallowed hard but didn’t move.One of her hands stroked along the left side of my torso while her other hand slipped downward. And downward. And downward until it reached. I could vaguely remember what the stuff she had looked like but knew it was the same when I saw it. It was called the Peacock pattern.I had Grandfather buy it from a store in the Polish town section of Chicago and he sent it a couple weeks ago. There was a huge smile on her face when she pulled out the platter. There was a pattern list included in case for some reason she decided on another pattern.“Where did you get this from?”“I believe there’s a brochure in the box.” She was lost in that.