" Tim repliedActually I fancied some time on my own, if you know what I mean; Tim had been his usual self in the sex department, and the chance to be ...lone in the bedroom was inviting."I insist. I know how you enjoy that sort of thing, so you go and have a great time with the men." Are you sure?" Tim asked"Quite sure honey. It just isn't for me," I repliedTim looked relieved. "What time do we meet Joe?" "Oh I can't go Mr Tim, I've got to work tomorrow, but my friends will meet you at the. “You may”, he sniggered. “Since you ask so nicely.” The swat returned to my right cheek. Again, he tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give me a matching stripe on the other buttock. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I shrieked. It took me a longer moment to catch my breath between sobs this time, the tears already running freely down my cheeks. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each buttock where he’d whipped me was already searing beyond anything I could have. They’re supposed to care. It’s an act! They’re paid to give a shit about your health. Hospitals. It’s ironically sadistic, isn’t it? And you told him everything. That asshole is out laughing about you as we speak. They all laugh at you. You’re not even capable of keeping yourself from seeming so pitiful. Oh, woe is me. Pity me! I wanna cry every night, I wanna kill the world! People are disgusting! You… he nodded, using the razor on the back of his hand, …are full of shit. No tears came from. This was expensively furnished and had many pictures hanging from the walls. A cosy fire was burning in the grate. He asked me to sit down and then left the room, returning a few minutes later with some sandwiches and a pot of tea. ?You must be hungry after your journey so tuck in to the food while I explain what happens in this establishment.? ?Of course, Master. Thank you.? ?This house is part of an organisation of similar establishments, worldwide, the network providing a service to many.