"Depends if I can find work." I nodded. I didn't know much about city life."No shortage of work around here handsome." How much is a room for the nigh... here?" Three copper. Not counting food and drink." She said wiping a spot where some of the mead had split."That cheap?" Um hum. Three for a night or eighteen for a week." She smiled. Which meant one night was free if I stayed the week. I was certain they kept the rates low to get people in the door. The mead was good enough to get people coming. "Have you experienced it?"The sight of the woman flexing a cane sent shivers down my spine."Just a little," I said, "Nothing too… I mean not like…" I trailed off thinking of some of the more brutal scenes I had written."Not like what?" she prompted, bringing the cane down sharply on the outside of my thigh. I winced, though it was not that painful."Not… I mean, not like some of the stories."She brushed the cane up my thigh and along the side of my body. "But aren't writers supposed to do their. She hooked the bagwith my things over the arms of the chair and I satclutching my crutches, which stuck out before me. I had agiddy urge to hang a lantern on them to light my way intothe world and decorate them with streamers, but Carla justpushed me out into the hall before I could share myfantasy. Naturally the nurses were waiting to wish megoodbye, there was no way to hide my transformation back toCharlene from the hospital grapevine. Erin gave me a kissand the other nurses, even Mark and. " he yelled. "Yes Master Dickie." I cried out, biting my lip and trying with every resource in my body to hold still for this torture. It just went on and on and on.He scrubbed my abs, my sides, my pecs, right over top of the fucking nipple clamps which made them feel like they were being torn off. Then it was my pits and my arms. Finally he did my back, and although it wasn't pleasant it wasn't painful either. I was covered in soap bubbles and my skin was burning everywhere he had scrubbed.My.