“Yes,” Fara laughed. “Men don’t need this sort of fantasy now. They can have the real thing...”Wan Yu went on. “Let us consider the questi...n of look. We must think of two things. How slave see you and how you look at him. I do not talk only of clothes; they are tools of trade. Like whip or rope. We use them as we wish. I do not say you must look this way to train man, only think. How will way I look affect him. For example – this...” Wan Yu pointed to Collette’s picture of a corseted. Stripping her down to just a pair of sheer to the waist tan pantyhose with the gusset cut out and dressing the same myself, I lay her on the bed and taking some old stockings I tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts so that she was spreadeagled with her legs wide open . I used another stocking to blindfold her then began to play with her, licking her pussy and playing with her nipples until she was very aroused and begging for my cock in her pussy. I left the room telling her I would be. However, she usually got $50 per pop, $100 per whipping session and anything else we would have to discuss beforehand.I spoke almost as if I were talking to myself to see what her reaction would be;"blowjob=$50" [she smiled]"fuck=$50" [she looked at the floor]"in the ass=$50" [she looked up with wide eyes almost scared] {virgin ass?}"At least two whippings=$200" [she stayed wide eyed and looked as if she was tearing up] {could she be a first timer?}I added a $500 tip and totaled the slip for. I started organising something special for him not long after our conversation. I recruited the other two staff members to help with the planning, and even got the children involved. So far, all we’d worked out was that we’d stay here instead of taking our holiday leave, just in case Mrs Lloyd decided she wanted nothing to do with a family celebration. It was the 21st of December by the time we’d gotten our plans well and truly underway. Betty was going to cook a traditional Christmas feast.