Whenever we stopped, i had no way of knowing if i was being photographed, who was holding my leash, who was touching me, or what was being said about ...me.Eventually, i was led to the room which contained the flogging booth, where i was required to wait in line while she held my leash. For a time, my hood was removed. i saw the Red Mistress, who was wearing a mask while administering a severe yet sensual flogging to another man. my hood was soon replaced and i was once again in darkness. She told. Yet Kirk was somehow different. Blair had always considered his brotherto be pure drake, more eagle than duck, as macho as a bird could get.If Kirk could be a transvesty, it meant that nothing was what it seemed.It meant that Blair was living in a world full of smoke and mirrors,where everyone was stumbling about, perpetually lost, even Kirk.It was important to Blair's security that Kirk remain what he had alwaysappeared to be - an average heterosexual kid, with nothing much in theway of. They think him weak for keeping me. Hewill not last long if he is perceived as weak. By now, he can?t trade or giveme away. That will just show further weakness. He must kill me or have mekilled. There is no other way.? ?He will not? Juggy insisted. Sheknelt on the stone floor of the observatory, tossing her long black hair overher shoulders. Lila knelt besides her and both looked up at the older slavegirl, sitting on the balustrade. Of the five slave girls in the house, onlySarah the most. ”“Sandy, I think you are actually very smart and sometimes in the competitive world of finance it is good to be able be a little manipulating at times. In trading you basically have someone who wins a trade and someone who loses on a trade, so it can be said that your job is to screw someone else out of money.”Sandy went into the closet and picked out a silky white blouse and put a bra on under it. She also picked out a black skirt that was mid-thigh length and she also put on a pair of black.