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27 12 2017

A walk in the park by ES795414c

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Story based on real facts written by ES795414c

Being an owned and collared slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn is never easy. She is extremely demanding, as of course is Her absolute right as my Owner, and Her demands can change at any moment according to Her whim. Nevertheless, She has laid down some standard rules of protocol regulating the daily interactions between Herself and Her male slaves, by which they can to some extent hope to please Her with their obedience. These rules are strictly enforced and infractions always punished as part of Her methodology of re-programming the slave’s mind to total deference and submission to Her.

Yet sometimes, when Her mood is good or when a particular slave has pleased Her with his obedience or service, She can be very gentle and kind, which can deceive a slave into imagining that he has a higher status in Her life than just that of an object.

So it was yesterday when She decided that W/we would take advantage of the very pleasant winter weather to take a walk in a nearby park. She linked Her arm in mine and we walked together slowly along the side of a lake, mingling among the other couples and families who were also out for a stroll. i must admit that i was so proud to be walking in public with this divinely beautiful Woman on my arm, looking a million dollars in Her fur coat and leather boots, and proud to see how She so easily caught the eye of other men. In these circumstances, although i can never forget that i am Her slave — the weight of my steel collar and my chastity device are enough to ensure that is not possible — it was easy for me to overlook some of the smaller matters of slave/Mistress protocol as i walked proudly at Her side.

At one point i forgot, as W/we descended a short flight of stairs, to crouch deferentially in accordance with slave protocol such that my head was always below Hers. Of course, She instantly notices these offences and in the past would have turned sharply to me, fixed me with Her intimidating eyes, and said “20 whiplashes”, or whatever Her whim in that moment deemed an appropriate punishment.

However, on Her orders, i have recently acquired a remote shock collar, which She, before we left the apartment, had locked around my balls behind my chastity device. This was to be its first field trial. She had been in such a kind and relaxed mood as we walked together, chatting easily about whatever everyday topic came to Her head, that i had forgotten that i was still wearing this device. Still less had i been aware that as W/we walked together the remote control for the shock collar was in Her pocket, ready for use at every moment. As we descended the stairs the jolt to my balls was immediate and very intense. i bent double in shock as the searing pain passed through me. i knew immediately what offence i had committed and muttered humbly an apology for my forgetfulness. She smiled knowingly down at me and caught me with Her now angry eyes. “50 whiplashes, slave. I expect much better from You”.

i bowed my head deferentially in humble acceptance of the inevitable later punishment : “Yes, my Goddess. Thank You, my Goddess”.

O/our walk continued, now with me in a chastened state, careful to avoid a second breach of Mistress/slave protocol, my eyes constantly flickering nervously to Her right hand whenever it moved towards Her coat pocket.

Her mood was also now changed, and She amused Herself with delivering mild shocks to Her property at random moments, reminding me of my place. The automatic reaction from me each time was to thank Her and to recite the Mantra, in the hope of pleasing Her again with my submission.

As W/we walked over a small bridge, the path ahead of U/us opened up into a long straight formal garden area, over which the bridge gave a commanding view.

Goddess Ezada stopped walking, and i turned to Her to understand why, only to see in Her eyes and face the sort of expression which in more private circumstances would have brought me instantly to my knees before Her. “My slave, you say this device has a range of 1 kilometer? I will test it here.”

She ordered me to walk ahead along the formal pathway, bordered by ornamental brick columns, to the furthest column and then return briskly to Her prominent position on the bridge. Since i would be walking amongst the many other couples and groups of people enjoying the afternoon sun, in order to see me and to know that the device was working, She ordered me to raise my right hand high whenever i felt a shock. “Go!”, She commanded, and off i walked, bracing myself for the shocks that i knew would come, praying silently to Her to keep them only at the low intensity needed to test the range of the collar. i reasoned that if i walked quickly, there would be time for fewer shocks. But it is never advisable for a slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn to try to second-guess Her in his own interest. For a hundred or so meters no shocks came. Then, just as i reached a large group of strollers walking in the opposite direction, came the first searing flash of pain, at almost maximum intensity. i almost fell from the power of the shock, but managed to raise my right arm to signal to Her. i turned my head to look back to Her, and even at that distance could clearly see Her laughing with satisfaction at the power She had over me. i walked briskly on, of course now in terror of the next shock, a fear made so much worse by the not knowing when it would come.

As i approached the next group of people walking towards me, the next burst came. This time mercifully of lower intensity, but the effect of surprise anyway provoked the same instant, obedient reaction. My arm again shot up in acknowledgement of the pain. A pattern was of course developing. It amused Goddess Ezada to humiliate me to maximum effect by zapping me at precisely the moment when i was passing other people. And so it continued. The shocks came frequently, but at maximum intensity only as i was passing other people. i have no idea what they thought. Perhaps that i had some extreme manifestation of a nervous twitch. Perhaps that i had neo-Nazi sympathies! i was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, but had no time to dwell on those feelings as the next shock would come often only seconds later.

my Owner was zapping me now so often and so powerfully for Her own amusement, far beyond what was required to prove the range of the device. Humbly, and devotedly, i began at least to take some compensating satisfaction in the fact that my pain and humiliation was bringing pleasure to Her, which ultimately is the only way in which Her slaves can hope to satisfy Her. As the shocks continued to come, i silently thanked Her each time for the pain She inflicted, and began to recite the Mantra under my breath (and several times out loud) whenever Her finger on the button delivered its next stinging stimulus.

As i approached the farthest point of the path She had ordered me to follow, the shocks started to come in more frequent, rapid-fire bursts. my hand was at times shooting up and down like a piston, with scarcely half a second between the pulses. i assumed that She was summoning me back to Her, so i quickened the pace of the return walk. But the faster i walked the more and more frequently my Goddess zapped me. She later told me that the reason She began the quick-fire multiple pulses was that i was almost out of Her sight and She could not easily see my arm moving up and down. But as i came back into Her view, the rapid raising and lowering of my arm that She could cause at the press of a button amused Her so much that She continued to do it.

She was laughing out loud as i reached the bridge again and fell exhausted at Her feet, utterly broken and humiliated.

This was a walk in the park which was not exactly a “walk in the park”.

05 01 2017

A little walk in the streets of Düsseldorf

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During the summer of 2015, I had the chance to join my Mistress in Her new home, in Germany, near Düsseldorf. I was delighted to be able to discover where my Goddess lives, to help Her move in and order the furniture, Her stuffs as She likes.

After two days of work, my Mistress was kind enough to introduce me to Her new city of Düsseldorf. We went into town with Her slave-husband.
It was a beautiful summer day with a light breeze. My Mistress was lovely, Her Roberto Cavalli dress embellishing beautifully the unique shapes of Her body, the curve of Her legs ending with the wearing of shoes Jimmy Choo splattering the cobbled streets of the city, Her perfect “chignon” reinforcing the brilliance of Her hair and Her designer sunglasses gave the appearance of a businesswoman reigning over the Rhineland. She took care to carry a riding-crop, which She carefully let out of Her expensive leather bag. Her charm was unattainable, Her beauty unalterable and Her power unrivaled. She emitted a force like a hurricane that carried everything in its path – She walked on water, on men, on the world.

For my part, as usual, I wore a metal chain closed by a voluminous padlock prominently on my polo. No doubt for the inhabitants of this city that I was under the right-of-way, under the yoke of this Sublime, intriguing Femme Fatale.

I was so proud and honored that I could accompany my Mistress in public, to walk slightly back, in the shadow of my Queen.

We went first to a department store where Mistress wanted to choose new pairs of pumps. Just before entering, She turned to me and with Her faint snap of her fingers, She pointed at the floor:

” purcelus, I want you to wait here for me, in front of the entrance, on Your knees, hands back till I finish My shopping “

I was surprised but without any hesitation, I kneel down on the floor and put my head down.

” be proud, slave, put your head down and show your devotion & happiness”

I was a little bit ashamed but also happy to be put at my right place in public. I am an Ezada’s slave. What’s better in this world? What’s more intense than to kneel in front of The Diva of Düsseldorf, the Queen of the Female Supremacy.

One hour later about, despite feeling the hurt on my knees, I was astonished by the come back of my Owner with her hubby carrying some big parcels. His gait, his pace, my last doubts flew away immediately. She is so great, so haughty, so worthy, so Divine. Waiting for my Mistress, somewhere, for days and nights, the deliverance is so unheard when She is back that we forget the long hours of waiting before the humiliating glances of passers-by.

I kissed her feet with so much love that my Mistress had to push me away:

“Enough slave, i want to sit now”

I move on all fours, my Mistress take her seat. She wanted to have a little rest after walking in the alleys of the shop. A few minutes passed and She wanted to try her new Hugo Boss shoes. While serving Her as a siege, I took an immense precaution to remove Her shoes without any movement. My Mistress wanting to use a fixed, motionless and comfortable seat. Several people stopped to immortalize the scene. To laugh with their friends or just to reproduce the same thing very soon.

Once Her new shoes were at her feet, She got up and we went for a walk in the pedestrian streets and then along the Rhine.
On the banks of the river, with a beautiful view of the Rhine Tower, My Mistress stopped on a bench to contemplate the view:

“Footstool, purcelus”

I executed myself and on all fours received the legs of my Mistress on the back. I must confess that it is a mentally intense position. You really feel your inferiority by being under the soles of your Mistress, but at the same time, you breathe the proximity of your highness and your utility for Her well-being. I could spend hours in this position privately, Madame working on Her computer or watching a movie to relax, but in public, it’s different. I think that my Mistress wanted to make me understand in the noblest of ways my place in society: at her feet, under her feet!

Under the eyes of the amused walkers, laughing, taking pictures under the joyous glance of Mistress Ezada, we stayed here about ten minutes.

I thought that my day, in terms of emotions and sensations, was over but my Mistress always knows how to surprise me when I least suspect it. A quality that makes her once again irresistible and makes me melt with love for Her. We walked to the busiest streets of the city with a number of pubs and bars where people gather for a drink outside in this warm summer atmosphere. I hardly recovered from my previous emotions when I came out of a staircase and saw his right hand making the signal:

‘Heel position’

I do not know how, or why, but without reflection, without the slightest hesitation, I began to walk on all fours, a step behind her. I concentrated on following the rhythm of her steps so as to be completely synchronous with her. I think she raised her head like a queen parading down the street. We approached a noisy place where many feet were close to us. I was subdued by Her feet, nothing around me could distract me, passers-by, the laughter of the people sitting at the bar, the laughing young women taking pictures, commenting on this surreal scene for them but so natural for my Mistress and also for me.

I could see nothing else than the legs of my Goddess. I am unable to say how many streets we crossed, how far I performed as a dog. I felt no bread in my knees, no mental discomfort to be thus transformed into a simple animal according to her Proprietary. I could go on like that for hours. My Mistress has the ultimate gift of propelling you into a universe where the surrounding world does not matter, you are totally bewitched by Her greatness, Her power, that you do not reflect, your instinct follows the least of Her steps, Her Gestures. You do not need to feel a leash drive you forward, you follow Her shadow, you are aspired by Her Absolute power.

I think the people of Düsseldorf immediately realized that it was not a game, a bet, but my life as a slave. She possessed such an intense charisma, a beauty so fatal, a look so imposing, a power so divine that day (like all the other days besides) that there was no doubt: She leads the world, the men fall to their knees, breathless, they are hypnotized by this first Lady. She needs no leash, no word, no gesture to drag me along in Her wake.

I continued on all fours and I heard nothing more to such an extent that my Mistress was surprised when She had to repeat me several times:

“up, up…up”

It was my turn to surprise Her. My lucidity, my envy, my devotion, my love were such that I did not think to get up, nor even today, nor even one day. My place was the same whether I was in the midst of the crowd or in his room, his dungeon: at his feet.

I was glad to see that I could not refuse my Mistress anything, that her gestures and sighs were marvelous orders to follow.
As for Mistress Ezada, I am sure that the city of Düsseldorf remembers Her, She left an indelible trace of Her grace, Her aura and I maintain the bet that all the men of the city will sooner or later kneel down thinking of my Goddess, our Goddess.

We ended the day with a nice outdoor dinner, at three. My emotions of the weekend were just beginning. …

I must admit that since this day i dream that my Mistress descends the Champs-Elysees, in Paris. I will not hold Her hand like in my teenage dreams, but I will follow Her back on all fours.

purcelus, absolute property of Goddess Ezada Sinn

15 05 2015

An evening not like the others in Marbella

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Story written by My slave, purcelus, based on real facts.

“During our week-end break in Andalucía with Goddess EZADA, we have visited Gibraltar and on the way back to our hotel, we stopped in Marbella to enjoy a dinner in traditional Spaniard restaurant.

After a nice dinner, I proposed to my Mistress to make a short walk on the beach of Marbella. After few minutes, My mistress said: “I am tired slave, I want to ride you!”.

It was a pleasure for me to hear my Goddess saying that, but I was also feared because the car was parked about 2 kilometers to our place.

To be honest, I love to wear my Mistress, to feel Her weight. I dream to be trained hard, very hard to be able one day to have the honor to be ridden on my shoulders by my Mistress in the street. I find that it’s very sensual, especially when the Mistress wears leather and boots, and also humiliating and tiring.

After hundreds meters on the beach, we go back in the city center, taking some stairs, crossing some roads. I was already exhausted, and sad to say to my Goddess that I couldn’t go until the car.

Mistress Ezada with a calm and strong ton of voice tells: “until the car I said, slave”. In the same time like a Riding Queen, She gives me some kicks with her boots to say : GO!.

I tried some meters more but I failed and it remained me just the energy to avoid making fell down my Goddess.

She said : “You are useless, not able to carry me where I want, piece of shit.”

She ordered me: “present balls!” She gave me very hard kicks in my balls. I tried to go back in possiton as soon as possible despite the pain she inflicted to me. Then, She enters in a rage. She slapped my face very hard, kicked me everywhere, in my belly, in my ribs, in my ass; she really beat me down in the street.

When I was not able to go up again, She put Her right boot with full force on my back, then on my head, crushing my face against the Marbella’s ground. She said:

“You are good for nothing, piece of shit. You don’t deserve to be my slave. All of my slave have to carry me whenever, wherever and how long I want”.

I can’t stay on the ground like that. I was really tired after our day in Gibraltar, where my Goddess used me also. Moreover My mistress kicked me so hard that I had difficult to walk alone.

But I love my Goddess. So I beg her on my knees to have another chance. My Mistress accepts it. I found some more energy given by my head to carry my Empress for 100 meters more.

After the 100 meters, She saw that I can’t continue. And She ask me to come down. Then She leaves me here like She doesn’t want to keep me as Your slave. I am too weak for Her.

I walk behind My Empress quickly, then I lose my mind : I fell on my knees, then stay in waiting position in the main street of Marbella. I said :

“please Goddess, please. Don’t leave me. Don’t bury me “

She makes me a sign : “Heel position” with her left hand.

Then we walked like that until the car. I don’t know if somebody looked the scene. I guess that Yes, but how many people? I could see only my Goddess, Her boots, her legs; I tried to be perfectly synchronized with Her steps. Everything around me hadn’t importance; my attention was only focused on my Goddess. My mistress could do everything with me at this time: be full naked, add a leash at my collar to come back to the car, suck the first unknown man we meet in the street. I had no control at all. My family, my colleagues, my friends could be around me, looking at me, there was no importance.

On the way to the car, My Mistress exchanges a little smile with me. She was happy and not disappointed as few minutes before. I think that my Owner wanted to test me. She like to push my limits. She like to see if I am full in love for Her, if I am ready to do whatever she wants. Of course She knows that I am not able to carry Her for a long distance, and I guess that She would have stop before the car.

I adore Her. I adore when She pushes my limits. She did it, but every time she push them a little bit more, as if she already knew that I will be able to reach a new level of submission, humiliation,…

I know that She will train me more so that I am able to wear Her with dignity for a very long walk. I have a fantasy: wear on my shoulders my Goddess until the car, until our hotel room, until exhaustion. So like the greek “messenger”: Philippides announcing the win of Greece during the war against Perses , saying : ”Thank You my Empress” before fainting.

I love Her. I love Her every time, but I love Her a little bit more during these intense private moments, intense intimate emotions I share with my Mistress, when I lose completely my self-control, my mind. Oh, I remember another intense time I had the chance to live in Italy, at Sorrento with Her… But I will narrate you this story next time.”

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30 10 2013

Femdom vs. Findom

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Isn´t that just a beautiful picture? Lovely Nicole “Coco” Austin, model and actress, of Serbian origin, now married to the Rap Star Ice T, shopping in Miami.

I came across this photoshopped picture on one of the blogs I follow and it spoke to Me. Coco looks just perfect here, the beautiful physique, perfectly matching lipstick and nail polish, the self confident somewhat patronizing look on her face, the sunglasses providing for the appropriate distance to the admiring spectators. I really love how she has raised her right leg, presenting her beautiful feet and killer heels for worship. Shoes that are both footwear and weapon at the same time. A living Goddess.

So no wonder that she leads a human dog on her leash. All My submissive followers, can you imagine how wonderful it must be to be at the lower end of that leash? Walking into the most expensive and elegant stores on all fours. Blindfolded and totally wrapped in rubber. Helpless. Unable to see where he is led, who is staring at him. Bound and conducted by his Mistress. Nothing but a dog on a leash, totally under her control and dependant on her grace. Her animal, her property. And yet still a human soul deep within this dog cover, a slave who will have to pick up the bill for all the treasures she will fall in love with on her way.

By the way, should you wonder whether it is possible to walk a slave on his elbows and knees as we see on this photo: It very well is. It just takes the right dress for the slave, careful tying and just a little bit of caution in order not to ruin his joints too quickly.

People often ask Me whether there is a difference between femdom and findom. Well there sure is one, even if it might look very similar from the outside. Findom can be a very exciting thing, however it is just not My style. I think the main difference is that in findom the relationship centers around sacrificing your money to Her, this act of giving for no return becomes predominant. Whereas in femdom, at least how I understand it, there is no “mine” for the slave any more. I own him, so I of course also own all his personal belongings at the same time. As he is mine, how can he have something that is then not mine as well. In short words: Findom is about receiving, femdom is about owning.

I will give an example: A slave of mine just recently gave Me his credit card details so I can use them whenever and for whatever I like. Doing so he expressed submission, trust, transfer of control from him to Me. Sending me whatever amount of money every week would have been findom, giving me the credit card itself is femdom. Do you see the difference? By doing this the slave said: What is mine shall be Yours and You shall do with it how You please Mistress. This is what slavery is all about.

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25 10 2013

Serving Me in Zurich part 2

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“Are you thirsty frank?”

I spoke these first words during our encounter, the third time by the way that I had ever met him. I spoke them so smoothly as if W/we had already been in the middle of an animated conversation. My innocent voice perfectly hided the entrance of the trap. frank might have known. Perhaps he even knew. Perhaps the moth also knows when taking direction into the shining flame of the burning candle. Perhaps frank and the moth both just show the same degree of addiction to the light that burns so brightly.

“Da Stapana. sunt foarte sete”

his anxious efforts to talk to Me in Romanian were so charming. he had told me once that he had spent hours and hours over months trying to learn some our beautiful yet somewhat complicated language because he knew how much I Myself love it. His efforts might have been persistent, the success was sadly rather limited.

The willingness of his answer to My so innocent question revealed his blatant ignorance. Maybe he even thought that I would honestly go to have a drink with him. I think he really was that naive. Poor puppy.

„Pull over there to that gas station on the right and stop in front of the shop.”

he did as directed. The big black limousine came to a halt and poor frank remained sitting in the driver seat unsure of what to do next.

„I want to exit.”

I was curious to see whether he had already made enough progress to know what was expected from him now. Well unfortunately he hadn’t. After opening My door he remained standing next to it. Quite obviously uncertain of what to do. The tall guy towering above me. I mean, how could he honestly dare to? I had to use the help of My flaming red nailed finger pointing to the ground to make him kneel down next to the car. I saw him biting on his lips when he became aware of the 3 inch stiletto nails he had only known from the pictures before.

So his laxness gave me justification enough for what I was about to let follow. Whereas, I had done it anyway. Justified or not, I felt like it, so I did.

„Waiting position.”

My voice so calm, yet irresistible to him as if I had yelled the command into his ears with a giant megaphone.

This was not the remote privateness of My Bucharest dungeon. Not even a dark corner of an empty Berlin street in the middle of the night. This was a brightly lit gas station in the midst of Zurich in the evening rush hour. As O/our car was standing right in front of the building, the scene was plain to see for all the other customers There were quite a few of them around and I realized that W/we were causing increasing attention amongst those.

Not that it would have changed anything but I was pleased to notice that frank did not seem to hesitate. He got down on his knees, his face went down, the forehead touched the grey concrete, the palms of his hands opened to Me to demonstrate complete surrender.

I remained seated in the car, watching him through the open door. Spying for even the slightest move of the kneeling body but I detected none. We were not talking anything but the unspoken communication between us was like a torrential river.

„i am Yours” his silent body screamed.

„I take you as Mine” My calm body answered.

I couldn’t help but to maintain the situation just in that state as it was. frank kneeling in front of the door, demonstrating his obedience to Me for the whole world, represented by a bunch of Swiss gas station customers.

I lay back in the comfortable seats of the Mercedes, feeling warm, safe, strong. W/we remained like this for about two minutes until I felt it was time to enter the next phase. I swung My feet swiftly out of the car placing them firmly just in front of his head. The tips of the high heeled boots were just an inch away from his bended head. Just a couple of more seconds before I spoke out the beautiful words he had waited for so patiently.

“You may kiss Me now for welcome.”

he was well aware of the fact that “kissing Me” meant kissing My boots of course. His face moved just close above the ground until his lips and tongue had found the shining leather. Kissing it, caressing it, worshipping it. I must admit that the warm feeling within me clearly intensified. And it seemed to concentrate between My legs.

I did not have to move much in order to take the metal dog collar out of My handbag. He kept on licking the leather while I laid that symbol of our bond around his neck. I had to interrupt his wet worshipping for that very special moment though.

“Stop now to listen.”

The little “click” has always been a huge turn on for Me. That special moment when the padlock of the collar closes. It so clearly demarks the watershed between man and slave. Hardly to be heard by anyone around, echoing like thunder in My ears and his

I grabbed My riding crop from My bag and got off the car. With a sharp tug on the leash that connected My right hand with his throat, I withdrew his tongue from My boots.

“Follow Me.”

What a sight that must have been to the brave Swiss. That voluptuous exotic woman in black leather pacing elegantly on high heeled boots. Walking slowly towards the cashiers house, throwing back a wave of black hair with her red nailed hand, dragging a man behind her on all fours like a dog.

When we entered the shop I took a moment to pause and look. And, quite frankly, also to be looked at. My head held high, My sight telling the stunned spectators clearly and without any ambiguity: “Here comes Goddess!” franks feeling were at the other end of the scale of emotions though. The sentiment of oppression and fear on the end of My leash was so apparent that I decided merciful to help him a bit. I shortened the leash so tight that his head was roughly pulled against my leathered thighs. I could feel how he pressed himself against my warm body, so seeking the proximity and the protection of his owner.

The beverages were kept in cupboards and huge refrigerators. I wanted it to be the biggest bottle of warm Coca Cola they had to offer. When I had made out what I had looked for, I pointed My crop to the shelf.

“Adu-o, cățelul meu”

The excitement automatically made Me speak to him in Romanian.

I let go the leash. Dog that he now was, frank crawled over to the shelf, grabbed the 1,5 litre bottle of coke with his teeth, crawled back to me and looked at his Mistress with his brown eyes. Looked right into My eyes, so obediently and grateful like a pet that has just retrieved the stick the Mistress had thrown away for him. I felt happy and I know that he did too.

“Stai aici frank!”

He stayed put while I unhurriedly walked over to the cashier to pay for the bottle of coke. The guy could not make up his mind what he rather wanted to stare at. Me or the man-dog that I had left kneeling in the middle of his shop. He decided for Me. The drool literally dropped from his open mouth. Sometimes I think, I could have them all if I only wanted to.

On My way out I grabbed My dogs leash who eagerly followed Me out of there. When W/we came outside W/we faced a whole bunch of people there watching, staring at U/us. I felt a strong surge to carry on but I didn’t. Enough show for the moment I decided. No encore of a nice whipping scene with frank lying on the hood of the big black car presenting his naked ass to the relentless beating of my ferocious crop. Not today.

he remained on his knees until i had taken place in the back of the nice Mercedes again. Then the discreet upward movement of the crop in My hand conveyed him the permission to get up again. he hurried around the car to his driver seat, started the engine and off we went, the bottle of coke still resting so innocently on my lap.