?Hello.? ?Uh . . . uh . . . hello,? I managed to say. ?This is Mistress Elena.? ?I . . . I know,? I said, with increasing control of myvoice. ?Are you...looking for somebody like me?? ?Yes.? Absolutely.? ?So, where are you?? ?I?m in central London,at a hotel.? ?That?s good.? I?m notfar away.? If you?re really ready for me,come on by.? I asked directions and headed out.? It was about 10p.m. When I arrived on a quiet side street near the Thames,I wasn?t sure I was in the right place, but I walked. We slowly walked for the next hour. We came around the track to where the parking lot is just after six. My wife said there's Marc's car. I looked and it was empty. I asked where she thought he was? She said he is waiting on me behind the equipment building where we fucked. I asked how she knew that. She said that's where he likes to have sex with me. We headed around the track toward the meeting spot. As we came around the corner we saw Marc leaning right where we had been an hour ago. He was. Notflushing it was obviously to get me into trouble, but I could not protestmy innocence a submissive does not have that privilege.Inspection finished she ordered, "Step up to the bath and bend over intoit......" So Davina, four errors, Climaxing without permission and one because Ilove beating you! That's six in total."I adopted the position and listened to her moving around the bathroom.The stroke when it landed was like a slap, the instrument I guessed was apaddle. In one way the pain was. He showed me where they kept a box of rubbers, various sizes and types. Susie in accounting was the first one who had called. She turned out to be a model-thin blonde with a fine set of silicone boobs who liked to have it from behind. I took her in an empty office, slipped on a condom that was too small for my ram, and in ten minutes she was down on the floor begging me to stop. Then there was Gloria in sales, a redhead who wanted her pussy eaten. I did my best for her and left her lying in her.