I have entered the private province of women, where they are free to be just as slovenly as men. Beneath the lip of the sink hang none-too-fresh-look...ing hand towels and washcloths. My Mistress threads my leash through the towel rack and pulls, forcing me to bend down awkwardly over the sink, then winds it through several times. Raising my eyes to the mirror, I look into the face of a fool with startled eyes and a wide black ring wedged in his mouth. I clench my buttocks, certain I am about to. I heard the swish and felt the first stroke which wasn’t too hard but I noticed Michelle flinch on my behalf. Sally continued and gave me one extra stroke, ‘for luck’, she said. Jen took the cane from Sally. She moved up behind me and placed her hand on my bum, checking the marks that Sally had left. “Spread your legs a little more Jim.” and her hand went down between my legs and along my cock, making me groan. Five more strokes landed on my bum, much harder than Sally’s. I was coping OK up. Sometimes I thought he stared at me too. I would find myself looking out for him and having strange thoughts about him. One day I saw him on the stairs and just started at him though I tried to be casual it probably failed. He had a coat and bag and walked very slowly to his room before fumbling for his keys which also took a long time, he deliberately stared at me and went into his room. Walking past I saw his room number. There were showers on each floor and during peak times you ight find. She moaned into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes. When we finally broke our embrace, I instructed her to assume position #6. This is the surrender position, her legs are brought together and under her. Her head is down on the floor, with her arms pointing back and at her side. I primarily used this position for her to relax, refocus, and meditate. It brings Karen back to center.I did let her focus her breathing and relax. But I wanted to prepare her for the upcoming festivities, so I.