Everyone nodded yes. He rolled a few joints and we lit up. The pot was good and soon everyone was buzzing. When Joan gets stoned she gets aroused. I c...ught her idly stroking her slit. The others caught her too. The night air got chilly. Joan said to all of them, "Would you like to come up to our room?" They looked at me questioningly and I said, "Let's go." We got to our suite and Dave said, "Let's finish the pot." We smoked another joint. I turned on some music. Joan held out her arms, and. She could still feel him. In her. On her. The stripes on her arse would be a reminder for a few days to come yet. Her Master's cane, having lovingly taught her a lesson on the importance of not having to voice her every thought. She had no control where He was concerned. She was His. His girl. His baby. His slut. His cock sucking whore. Just ... His!He had worked her hard. Pushed her pain levels, indifferent to her tears her cries of pain. Binding and beating her tits, leaving handprints and. This won’t do at all will it. Alexander, what was Michelle doing this evening?’ Monique said as if she was organizing a dinner party in her own dining room. ‘You’re asking me? I was skipping stones in the Seine this afternoon.’ ‘Well?’ Monique said, looking at him. ‘Manipulative bitch,’ Alex said with a smile, catching Rachel’s quick gasp. He took out his cell phone and started walking back to the front doors of the restaurant to place his call. Monique had a very strict policy about cell. He was leading a huge dog on a steel chain leash. “Ho, ho, Merry Christmas,” Santa said, in an angry, biting voice with a meanness not expected of the jolly ole elf. He handed me the leash.“This is yours now.” It was a dog, a devil dog.The dog was a giant animal, a wolf as big as a Shetland pony. He was not a Hollywood wolf but an ordinary wolf except for his size, with shaggy grey hair, except he did not look cowed, but was erect and straight as if he were the leader of the pack. I looked in.