" There was a thriving dinner party circuit so there was no reason for Lisa to think this was anything out of the ordinary. She said, "I remember Aud...rey - slim, rather attractive." ********************** When they arrived on the appointed evening their recollection of Audrey was fully vindicated: perched on the arm of a chair, gin and tonic in hand, legs crossed, dark skirt halfway up her thighs, she was looking somewhat more than merely attractive. In the chair beside her, Pam wasn't. ‘Sit,’ Travis ordered. She looked and saw that he had placed a comfortably padded chair directly in front of Yvoine. Sara didn’t need to be told twice. Obviously Travis knew much more about eroticism than she did. Watching intently, Sara settled herself into the slightly reclined chair as Travis winched down the chains that had suspended Yvoine. He didn’t remove the bonds, but let the woman rest on her hands and knees. ‘I think it is time she serviced you, don’t you agree?’ he asked. Eyes. This time the hot-plate, the one she had used to cauterize Tara’s stumps following the amputation of her feet, was too large to do the job properly. Instead, Alexandra picked up the propane torch and set it alight. She sat in front of Tara and moved the blue flame slowly over the gory mass which had once been the source of the girl’s most intimate cravings. The moist flesh hissed and crackled, and eventually it began to carbonize under the extreme heat. The resulting pain soon resuscitated. ”“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll never do it again!” I whimper as I hear you undoing your belt. I gulp. I NEVER take the strap well… “No…. No, baby girl. You WON’T ever do this again. But I need to be sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” you tell me as you stand near me, sitting on the arm of the couch.I brace myself for the sting of the leather, but all I feel is your hand on my bare ass. I almost sigh in relief as 10 quick slaps are delivered to my cheeks. Then you stop.*CRACK* I cry out.