I tried to console her and told that Dev any way was not a good man but she did not listen to me. She told me that Dev is her love and she can’t lis...en anything against him. I consoled her telling that it is a temporary phase and if he loves her he would not leave her. She kept on crying whole night. Next morning she did not eat anything and left for office early. I too went to my college. In the evening again she came to my room crying. Dev did not come to office and was not at his home. She. “If you get some frigid bitch and her cunt doesn’t get wet when you play with it you’d best pull your pants back up and go home. They ain’t worth the time and most of them you can’t please no matter how hard you try. They’re probably into Jesus and are just putting out to get you to like them. They ain’t any fun. If you want to really have some good sex you’ve got to find a girl who likes it as much as you do.”That was something of an oversimplification. But I let it go. I’m the subject of the. The bloomers were strange as they weren’t closed at the crotch. Ms. K. told me, Victorian women did not undress for the toilet. The bloomers separated instead. We sat down and discussed whether I wanted to leave or continue the remainder of my training. It was Ms. K. who made it so simple. I would forever wear the chastity belt except for very special treats. Six days a week were to be almost normal. I would continue my business as usual. Upon arrival home from work I would have access to all. As the sound approached I began guessing who this would be. Then suddenly the Mistress was there. She had changed her outfit and was now wearing a tight black leather dress and looked very much like the beautiful dominatrix that she was. She walked over to the wall and selected a cat o nine tale and began taking some practice swings on my groin.At first it did not hurt at all, then suddenly she snapped the whip and she got my full attention. Then she walked over to the wall and hung up the whip.