“I demand fifteen at least.”“Fifteen strikes for each orgasm?” Her head reeled and her bladder clenched in fear. “That is... seven thousand ...ive hundred strikes-!”“I would take twenty in the morning, and twenty in the evening. Your punishment would last one hundred and eighty-eight days.” He stroked her chin with his fingertips. “Unless that is, you add to that number by having more orgasms without my consent.”How strange. A moment ago, being hit over seven thousand times by her husband had. You know by now it’s not just about the sex, we have a much deeper connection than that. You need to hear my voice, to be touched, to be held, to have someone just listen. You relent to my urgings and come anyways. As you come into the room you see that I am fully clothed still so you know I am INDEED going to hold you and listen. We embrace tightly and say nothing but just hold onto one another. I notice that you’re shaking and your breathing has changed to short gasps which can only mean one. The 'serve did not seem to like the smile."Usually out on Wednesday afternoons, is she?" The 'Mistress' should not have left the collar alone, and such rules were not only to prevent an unattended collar from making mischief. They were also to protect the collar itself. The collar's stricken face said all I needed to know."Anne, slip over to the door, will you? There is a small sign hanging on the inside. Just turn it around so the side that reads 'CLOSED' is against the glass."If the shop's. I had found that he got very formal with people who called him "general", so, in the interest of the court jester role; I always used his first name.Born in the 1920s, he was rather courtly in his language. If I hadn't known he was from New England, I'd have thought him a southern gentleman. It really disturbed him to hear women curse. This didn't help, during one meeting of our Board of Directors. While I don't remember the exact topic, one of the top executives of our industry rose, asked for.