The internal phone system chimed, and Sye answered. It was the front desk. They had a message, from a Mr Prudhoe, to say he would be calling on Mr Low...ie at 10 am next morning. Sye said thanks, and rang off. He could do with a quiet night before a busy day tomorrow.At 10 a.m. exactly there was a knock on his door. He opened it, and there stood a middle-aged middle-sized man with an average-looking face in which bright eyes twinkled. He offered his card: "Mr Prudhoe", it read.Sye ushered him in.. ” The last rule was because dares are where the most fun is. The hard part of the game is to ask questions or pose challenges that lead the game along, to its end point. Whatever you want that end point to be.We decided that shoes and socks don’t count; each guy has 3 items of clothes, a shirt, slacks and underpants. The girls insisted that women have four items, a blouse, a bra, slacks and panties. Not unreasonable; they do have some more body parts that call for covering than men.Bill and. A slave clearly misbehaving. The screams were an odd mix of intense pain and pleasure…it was as if the leather straps brought about the best of both extremes. It seems as if I am about to find out.The leather tickles across my ass, between both cheeks and then she gives her wrist a little flick. The leather straps slap against my cunt, wrapping up over my mound. I jump, but I make no noise this time. I feel the electirc shock of the straps hitting my clit. Mistress Chelsea does it again.I. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said nothing.Monica sat down in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young man sitting in front of her. He was under thirty, of no unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary.The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting.