Let’s talk a minute.”“Okay,” he said, taking his seat at the far end of the couch again.“I’m not trying to yell, Pee. Scoot closer.”He i...ched over to the middle cushion. There was still space between us. I had so many questions. So I just launched into them.“Did you plan to do this to me tonight,” I pressed.“No.”“Then why did you just happen to have that in your car?”“I always keep a ready bag in my trunk.”“What’s a ‘ready bag’?”“A bag that has some essentials in case I meet a man I’m going to. One day in afternoon I saw mom closing the door and told me to stay quiet I saw three persons coming to my gate and rang the bell after 5-10min they returned and I went to mom and said who were they then she told me that they were from bank and my father had taken 20.000 loan which he didn’t returned now they are asking me to pay within two days or they will sell our house, was happy to take my plan I asked her what will we do, she said she has already asked relatives and family friend but no. .the 15-strand flogger I love is heavy and has this wonderful thump which goes straight into your bowels.....I like to really feel the whip, but the little bastard played with me for twenty minutes, - virtually tickling me as he walked around the table with dozens of not all that powerful strokes...like reddening the beef before skewering. Each time he passed my mouth he slipped in his cock for a second or two, started to drive me crazy to suck him off then and there but he slipped out and. Pallas had dragged me out of thetraining rooms by my hair. I had been hysterical, out of control, and sohe had secured my wrists to a wall mounted slave ring and then he hadwhipped me.The pain was unbelievable. I had always thought I was his favourite. Hehad often given me sweet candies as treats. He had enjoyed looking at meas I returned each day from the training classes. I had looked forwardto him seeing me dressed in white pleasure silks in a few days time.But he had whipped me. The pain is.