She was to follow my instructions, and had little choice but to look for the sign that said 'Cassy Slut' and make her way downtown. I waited for her t... call Me when she was ready, seated at a booth in the Traders restaurant in the Sheraton lobby. She needed to be available for phone calls from her husband back home, still clinging to the fear of being exposed, deep down begging to be released from the monotony of her life in Arizona. In this hotel, in the underground city beneath Toronto's. But, what I'm looking for is someone with initiative and imagination." Good luck," Helen replied, "you're going to need it to get anything more than the basics." I hope I can motivate them a little, too." Come by when you're through. Tell me about it"When the doorbell rang, Helen closed the drawing she was working on and went to the door. Sandy had pulled off his shirt, draping it over his shoulder. She put her arms around him and pressed herself against his bare chest. The orange cat had come. ’She lowered the cane so that it rested on my backside. Fear and anticipation built in me as I waited. My erection grew harder. Much more and it would lift me out of the bed. The cane disappeared, to crack hard across both cheeks. It felt like an iron rod. I gulped in a breath, to let it out with a gasp as the thin cane swished down and bit, harder this time into my cheeks. I gritted my teeth and tensed as it lay down a line of fire a third time. Four. Five. Six.The swish as the cane whipped. You are Aries, Greek god of war and husband of the goddess Aphrodite. The only thing that would make you look better would be to let your hair down.” Even as I said this he reached for the end of his braid and pulled the leather thong free. “So who are you dressed as, my Rose?” Smiling I said, “Try to find fined me, Lord Aries.” I ended the call and slipped back into the party. I spent the rest of the party teasing Dane. I sent him text messages, telling him that I was not this woman or.