Finally, you decide to meet him for coffee. You are relieved to discover that he is as nice in person as in his letters and conversations. He has a se...se of humor, he doesn't look or act like a wacko. In fact he doesn't look like a man that would be stern enough to be your dom. But you agree to begin your training with him. Now you are repeating in your mind the safewords that he has given you, anxiously wondering if he will adhere to the rules of the game. Rules that you both discussed just. If thereis a pattern you follow I never will figure it out. I have lost all track ofthe number of blows. The flesh of my upper back and my shoulders is ablaze.My bottom and upper thighs scream out in hot desperation. I am sure this agonywill never end. A particularly vicious blow lands across my buttocks pushingme forward as I cling to the chain that holds me up. Without pause a secondthen a third blow land across my bottom. Each blow sends me lurching forward,my thighs banging against the. I soaked long enough for my boner to recede and tried not to look at either Cheryl or Angie as I showered and toweled off.Later, I lay on the king bed with a towel over my crotch as they opened the door. She was wearing a loose smock covering her body down to the floor. Her nipples poked straight out through the fabric and, with the hall light behind her, I could see the outline of her bush through the smock. She had let down her hair and it draped her face beautifully, hanging down over her. I can see that even without being a submissive or anything," Tara says.With everything cleaned up, the two girls came over to where I am sitting. I hadn't heard their conversation, but I did catch the giggling and low whispers."Master, Tara and I were just talking... if you aren't too full from dinner how about a little dessert?" Angel asks."What's for dessert?" I ask, totally missing the suggestiveness of her statement.She produces a can of spray whipping cream. The girls throw off their tops.