She rolled over and looked at the clock on the night stand. It was right at nine. “Hello.” Sasha said groggily into the phone.“Top of the mor...ning” Tré said.“Did I wake you?” “Yeah. I’m fine though.”“Well that’s wonderful.”“I’ll be ready to leave in an hour. Meet me downstairs in the lobby for a yogurt before we go.” “Sure. I’ll be down there.” Sasha said before hanging up.Sasha pushed back the heavy down comforter and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She turned the tv to CNN Headline. It is December, but mild, none of the frost and coldness usual for the time of year, but blustery wind and rain, rain, rain. The skies are grey and full of gloom. I have been awake for some time in the large dog basket at the foot of your bed where you have me sleep, naked but for my heavy black leather collar padlocked around my throat, listening to the sound of you grunting and moaning with pleasure, and the sound of your fingertips sloshing in the folds of your wet cunt as you frig yourself. "So tell me David all about how your Mother and sister used to spank you. Start with your mother". "Mummy has always spanked me. When I was young she would spank me over her knee with her hand, she would always do this with me naked and as a young boy she spanked hard. When I got older, about 12 or 13, she would sometimes punish me with a strap, I was always naked and she would bend me over the ends of my bed, or her bed, or the arm of a chair and strap my bottom. She would still spanked me. Her hand and mouth technique was quickly bringing me to a boiling point, and I had to concentrate hard not to explode prematurely. The sound of the restroom door opening, followed by multiple footsteps echoing against the cold marbled walls caused me to freeze. I held my breath, daring not to move, but Freya was made of sterner stuff. She smiled wickedly at me and continued her task albeit a lot quieter now. The sound of men relieving themselves filled the restroom and for some strange reason.