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actually broken the skin, that’s how bad it hurt.”
    “If you didn’t enjoy it, why masturbate to it?”
    “That’s just it, Sir. I can’t explain it. When it happened the pain was not pleasurable. But when I remember it, when I think about it now – God, it’s so hot. Anytime I envision her whip striking my body, I feel a tingle in my pussy, and I want to touch myself.”
    “Give me another example.”
    “When she sat on my face, after her second orgasm, the recollection of her soaking wet cunt mashed all over my mouth and lips. At one point, she reached down and started to pull and twist my nipples tormenting me further.”
    “You enjoy that memory.”
    “I love it, Sir. My cheeks were slimy with her juices, and I can still remember her musky smell. Plus, I find it hot that she was simply sitting there, casually oblivious to my discomfort.”
    “Is it arousing you now, telling me all of this?”
    Again, I hesitated, “yes…yes it is.”
    “Will you masturbate when you get home, after our interview?”
    “ I’m sure I will. Knowing me, I’ll likely start in the cab ride home, rubbing myself through my jeans, as long as I can do so discreetly, without the driver noticing.”
    “You are nothing but a fucking whore.”
    “I know, Sir. I’m certain that I am. I’m sorry for being what I am.”
    “No need to apologize for being what you are, you’re the one who’s going to suffer for it. I’ve arranged your next a ppointment, unless of course you no longer wish to continue with our arrangement?”
    “I’m ready for my next appointment, Sir . Ready and willing.”
    “Good. You will visit a man by the name of Grekko.  He will introduce you to his thick rubber strap.  He can only afford $1,500 so your portion will be $1,050.  Not as lucrative as the previous one, but it will be just as painful, if not more.”
    “I understand, Sir. I’ll be prepared.”
    “Then it’s set. I will email you the details once finalized, but it will be in about a week at his farmhouse. I will give him six hours with you.”

CHAPTER 4: A DREAM
    Three days later, in the midst of a dream …
    Lewis appeared to me in a dream. He was as handsome in my reverie as he was in reality. With his rugged good looks, not the pretty-boy looks of a Brad Pitt or a Bradley Cooper; but more like Russell Crowe.  He was a good four or five inches taller than me, so I’d say just over 6 feet.  He kept his hair short.  In fact, his thick dark hair was near perfect, just falling over his forehead with a slight wave to it.  Lewis had a definite charisma, or presence, or gravitas – whatever you want to call it. Point is, when he spoke everyone within earshot wanted to hear his every word.
    In the dream we were in some kind of log cabin up in the mountains. I was lying on a bed, and he was approaching me, with a pair of handcuffs.
    “There’s a bad storm coming…” he said.
    I didn’t say a word, but put my wrists together so that he might cuff them.
    “No,” he continued, instead taking my left wrist and cuffing it to the one bed post.  He took my right wrist and did the same thing to the other bed post.
    I was about to say, “Will you whip me?” but before I could do so, we could both hear the sound of a freight train approaching. The most powerful wind I’d ever seen began to envelop the room. As is surreal in dreams, everything inside the cabin started swirling and flying around. I could see through the windows that the same thing was happening outside. Trees and objects, massive rocks, including all sorts of debris were flying around. Then it dawned on me what was happening.
    “Tornado!” I said. “Shouldn’t you release me?” Fastened as I was to the strong bedposts there was no way for me to seek shelter.
    Just then, the entire roof of the cabin lifted off and flew away into the vortex of the tornado. All of the furniture and objects around us were also sucked up into the void. The tornado was directly above us,