The corners of her mouth twitched slightly upward in anticapation. The first swipe of the whip fell on his back, and he winced, more hits followed, 5,... 10, 50, he didn't count, he just felt pain, and he would have screamed if the gag hadn't prevented it, and still she kept going. After a while, declaring she needed a break, one of the jailers entered, one of the to helpers, both of them were black, well muscled and powerfully build, no hair on his head.She gave him the whip, and told him to go. ’ ‘So what’s the problem? Have you ever gotten anything other than an A?’ ‘Yeah, in Art. I’m basically hopeless,’ he said. ‘But you’re not taking Art now.’ ‘No. But I’m taking a massive load and it could be difficult to perform to my usual standards.’ ‘What’s massive? You took a heavy load last semester.’ ‘Really massive.’ He was unusually quiet. Maybe it wasn’t unusual, he was always reticent. ‘Come on, out with it. How much pressure did you decide to put on yourself?’ ‘If I do better than. " Master. What do you mean? What customer?" she dared to ask."This Officers' Brothel," he said, "Customers come you make them happy. Otherwise whipping."After he had left she sat on the divan and wept. She had been bought for a brothel when she had thought the Colonel was to be her Master. Well he was, but she was just a prostitute and would have to live there at the beck and call of anyone who had the price of an hour of her time. Half an hour later the Colonel entered the room again and. By now, what hadseemed weird and unnatural was starting to sound exciting and alluringand I realised I wasn't just fantasising about these beautiful heshegirls on the screen but fantasising about what it would be like to belike them, to be a hot slut chick with a dick dressed in sexy lacelingerie.I knew I had to find out and I knew just how, after all there was someonevery close to me who I was pretty sure shared some of my new fantasiesand could probably be persuaded to explore them with me. I.