This was ripping me up inside, To this day I still feel as if…’Why Are you doing this to me?’ But it was not my place to say, she lived her life...the way she pleased. What could I say, what could I do? I stamped in my mind this was never to be. So for awhile I isolated myself from her, avoided her at all costs. I needed to get her out of my mind. Then the thoughts of Greg putting his hands on her made me enraged then massively depressed. For countless nights I’d lay in bed, in my dark abyss.. I wanted to be cool, to be calm and collected, to impress her with my casual collectedness. I'd rehearsed this moment for years, ever since the days when I'd been working the desk in this very hotel. I wiped my hands on my slacks. We stared at each other and I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.Fuck it, I thought suddenly. Here I am. Here she is. We've said all the words already. I realized that I was stepping forward, reaching out; my body must have started moving the moment I made the. I scanned the herdand there was one a lovely golden horse and I pointed this one out toJoe. He looked and told me, "good choice, she's a quiet mare, ideal foryou". I smiled at him saying, "lucky guess, I know nothing about horses,she's got nice eyes."He laughed at this and pointed to another horse, "what about that one".This horse was a lovely cream colour with very light blue eyes, it lookeda bit flighty and I said so. Adding, "it's a gorgeous colour though, Ilove the colour." He gave me a. Again, the first strike was not too hard but soon she was using the flogger with venom. I glanced down at my breasts, red marks covered them. ‘Now my favourite target slut, your cunt’ My poor pussy was whipped mercilessly, then Mistress changed to the paddle, slapping my cunt so so hard. She returned to my rear, paddle in hand. Thwack, my arse stinging. Then more and more, I was feeling light-headed. The paddle was exchanged for her cat o’tails, soon to be crashing down on my defenceless.