She screamed, and then cried yes, yes, yes as each stroke beat at her soft tissues. blood spurted from her, wether from the quirt or the spike it was ...not easy to tell, but the whipping stopped as she climaxed and the blood ran. She was still in much pain we could tell, but she smiled as each in turn silently knelt and kissed her, tears falling as she said to the last, her executioner “please begin to finish me now” it was a command. He nodded to me and I silently stepped forward felt between. I don’t understand.”“Yes, you do. You know that I expected you to go bareback tonight.”“Oh, that? Yes, I had some doubts that you may have been under pressure to do it against your better judgment.”“So you think you are judge and jury sitting in judgment of my motivations, is that it?”“That’s one way of looking at it I suppose. My take on it was to make sure that you were in a position to make the decision without pressure.”“So you are the hero now rushing to the aid of the maiden in distress. Comprende?’ He never looked at me, but just nodded his head. I released him from my grip, turned and walked away without another word to anyone at his table. At that moment, Madeleine came out of the hallway into the banquet room in the company of the wife of one of the correspondents for the New York Herald-Tribune, looking a little pale. She smiled bravely when she saw me, but I knew something wasn’t quite right. ‘The champagne and rich food didn’t settle well on her stomach,’ the lady said.. "Overall you did a fantastic job in the restaurant, but you did make one mistake. Do you know what it was?" She thought furiously and she could not think of any way in which she disobeyed. "No, Master. I do not know what I did, though i am terribly sorry." "You did not respond to your last command. When I told you to hand the glass to the waiter." "But i have never called You Master in front of anyone else. I was unsure of how to respond. I am sorry I disappointed You, Master." "You have not.