..”“ ... That I wouldn’t show up?” I asked. “Or that I’m a guy?” She laughed. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so prett...y I wondered why she put so much work into her body.I sat down next to her. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. Other than that, it was empty. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to. I had never been whipped before so I had no idea what to expect.“Maybe we should make a game out of this, oh I know!” She cheered, jumping on the spot. “As Maria can’t speak but you can you get to decide when I switch who I whip. I’ll start with you and when you cant take it anymore I’ll switch to Maria. You have to ask me to whip you though. If you don’t… I’ll keep going until I’m bored.”Maria simply shook her head, again silently pleading with me. I was no longer holding the whip, but I was. I drew in a rattling breath, my windpipe not committed to the idea, but they got easier, one after the other, until in a few minutes I didn't have to consciously will my body to sustain itself. When I finally became calm enough to be coherent, Dr. Payton began again."Mark," Dr. Payton said softly, "we've talked today about how our perceived reality can sometimes be different than what's real; right?"I glared at her, which she completely ignored, waiting patiently for me to reply. Eventually I. I heard her rub her thighs and she pulled away from me, she straightened her gown and snuggled into me more. I was lied with my back to her. She moved and turned, and finally it was all quiet again, I waited blaming myself, for being so hasty and to be a bit more soft in touching her next time. I waited, for her to begin her rhythmic breathing again and as soon as she did turned as if in sleep swinging my arms, hoping it would fall on top of her. Well it did. She was lying with her back to me.