Somali. Hmmm. I’m told that names like Mohammed and Singh are more common in the City of London, England, than John or Samantha nowadays. Diversity ...is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? I smiled to myself as I took it all in. You know that sensation when you can feel someone watching you. I felt it all of a sudden and it caused me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of brown eyes in a beautiful face less than two feet from mine. Hello Miss Far, said an amused voice. Who are you? I. I mumbled “Yes!” through the opening in the table where I had laid my face. She came in the room and as I lay there I was really expecting her to grab the towel and cover my ass. But she didn't do that at all. While watching her foot movements through the hole my face was in I could see her go to a table near my head. It sounded like she was arranging things for the session. Only a moment or so later I felt her hands between my feet grabbing the towel. I thought, “Damn it, my attempt to flash. Iwas told that I could get out of bed today and move around, the catheterwould remain in place for at least another 6 days, the drip in my armwould be removed and oral pain killers would be given, every six hoursfor four days then every eight hours finally on demand.By now I was in severe information overload and he realised this becausehe said "well Donna, that is enough information for one day, unlessthere are any complications I'll see you tomorrow". I thanked him andwatched him leave, the. Because the trainer is influenced by the trainee in such subtle ways!As he became ever more feminine and subdued she became stronger and more definite.More and harder punishments became the order of the day. The easy days of five light strokes of the cane for breaking dishes became the ten vicious strokes for lacing the bow at the bottom of the corset instead of the top because it made tying the bow easier. The slap on the bottom when he forgot to call her Madam turned into a quick blow to his.