She'd thought she would feel better to get it all out, but she was as miserable as she'd ever been. She'd spent the last three years trying to pretend...that none of this had happened, that she wasn't the sort of person who could do something like that.Now, it was all true. She was that sort of person. Not talking about it had made it less real. By talking about it, she now felt like it was all happening again but without the benefit of self-delusion."And now, you're going to get what you want,". "This is your slut for the night." my husband said to him "she will do anything you want, treat her as if you own her." Then turning to me "This is Mr Eiffer, we have signed a very big contract today and you are to make sure he is well rewarded. Do not disappoint. If you fail to please him your sisters video will be sent to everyone." I was still shocked by what my husband had said when Mr Eiffer took me to his room. When we got in the elevator he turned me around and pushed me up against the. As he talked and talked, I pictured myself sitting at some country club pool every day, sipping drinks, and gossiping with the other housewives at the pool. "So what do you say?" Rick said, interrupting my thoughts."Huh? What do I say to what?" I asked."A dance!"There was a small dance floor where a few people were dancing. Despite not considering myself a dancer, I found my hand in his being led out onto the floor. He was a good dancer for an older, white man - not your typical dad dancer.. The 5th stroke was hard and across the top of his thigh, Andy grunted as the cane landed. “Oh, so you do make noise then slave 61, are you ready to count your strokes and thank me?” Andy remained silent. Each of the next 5 strokes was progressively harder and the master was obviously well experienced in the use of the cane, applying strokes either on top of previous strokes or across them. By the tenth stroke Andy had tears welling in his eyes, he was much less confident of making it to 24 in.