Given the moralistic brainwashing that affected people’s decision-making, a seemingly “supernatural” intervention was necessary to override thos... tyrannical mores and customs. The truth, of course, was that this was VERY natural. It had happened before in humanity’s past and would happen again. The Gods were impersonal forces that acted through Nature. In this case, they would act through a man. There was no warning to Julian that his life would was about to be so drastically and irrevocably. To be an audience for your performance, to bear witness over your long-felt lust finally released would prove to be a privilege. To be able to taste your scent in the air as you guide your stiletto heels out of your evening dress, leaving a crumpled heap of ink-blue satin on the pristine carpet, would ignite a fire within my chest. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie,. There were a couple of comfortable chairs and a file cabinet to round out the fittings, all sitting on the stone tile floor. The only concession to cold feet was the small throw rug of hand knitted wool that I kept under my desk. When I sat down it felt like the first normal moment I’d had since dawn. The last couple of hours had flown by and the events were unsettling to say the least. I grabbed the much used and abused yellow legal pad by my phone and wrote down everything I could remember. The handle was dark, decorated with white ropework and brass rings. A cat-o-nine tails, it swayed gently in his hand in the firelight. Her eyes widened slightly but remained fixed on the whip as he brought it closer. He caressed her face with it, drawing it across her cheekbones and down her throat to her breasts. She felt it's smooth softness and inhaled the scent, the touch of leather a velvet threat. Slowly, lingeringly, the leather strands slid across her nipples, straining erect under the.