” Michelle was clearly uncomfortable now. “Would you really do that?”“Only if necessary.” I assured her.“Why would it be necessary?”�...�If my sex slave broke the Rules badly. That might force me to do something like that.”A look of comprehension came over Michelle’s face. “Oh. That would be Punishment. Right?”“Yes. That would be punishment.” I started for the door. “Now, there’s one more thing you must see.”I opened the door and stepped out onto the landing. There was of course minimal. .. , I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk about it, but if it makes you feel any better, yesterday was totally my fault. Nick didn't do anything wrong, Carl didn't do anything wrong, other than have sex with me while I was passed out. He's a bastard for that, but most importantly, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted you to know that. I love you and you're my best friend and I don't want you to worry, ok?" I love you too Stace, but what happened then? Something made you freak." Olivia. The walk to the address that I had been given wasn't too long and the exercise did me good, as I managed to limber up some on the way there.My Great Grandfather and his Brother had been experts in the use of the Bo staff, and the art had been passed down over the years from Father to Son in our family. I had my introduction to the art at the age of six and had grown quite accomplished in its use. As I neared the address that I had been given, I called one of my favorite staffs to me. It was. Or the time I wrote her an erotic story, and she ended up reading it while alone, out in a field in a park, and ended up masturbating out in the open, reading my words to her. And then she wrote back to me. Wondering if...Wondering if I was as hard writing to her, as she was wet reading what I wrote to her. Yes, I guess I was. No. I definitely was.But I was married. End of that fantasy. Another case of blue balls.Back to dinner. We went out for dinner and sat across from each other in a booth..