“What do you see?” Claire gave him a questioning look and then shook her head. “No…no…please. What do you see?”Claire was beginning to get...annoyed with him. “Blobs of color.”“Good…that’s all that’s there to see…” Jean-Paul smiled. “Now tell me… what do you feel from the picture?”“Look…I’m quite sure you’re very talented in your own way and I’ll give you a good review…now go away…I don’t want to play these silly games of art appreciation.” Claire said staring him directly in the eye, giving him. I struggled meekly.‘’ Don’t worry you will get used to the feeling of helplessness’’ Mistress cooed softly to me. I continued to struggles against my binds. Mistress punished me; she produced a strap of leather and beat me. She hit me again and again. Each lash felt like a small electric shock that rippled throughout my entire body. No part of my body was spared the lash, the weapon found its way into every crevice of my body. Mistress was panting when she finally stopped the onslaught. Once. Mike then apologized for the mistake, and I apologized for calling his room on accident in the first place. He said that he would make it up to me by buying me a drink. Since I recognized him from the project, and he seemed like a nice and sincere man, I agreed to meet him in the hotel lounge in about fifteen minutes.When we met in the lounge I confirmed that he was the same man I thought he was. While we had several drinks, we had a nice conversation about the project. After I had been. I was sitting at the bar after a dance when a guy came up andsat next to me. I glanced his way and he was obviously giving me theonce over. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he wasn't ugly either. Icould tell he was in shape, anyway. I gave him a shy little smile andfinished my drink. He told me "I'm not just saying this as a come online or anything, but you are the best looking girl here." I thanked himand giggled a little. I was very tipsy by this point. He introducedhimself as Jeff.