He was halfwayhandsome, and only had that corny black villain's mustache instead ofthose big ugly mossy beards that---from the way they were scratchin...gthem---looked like they had a whole ecosystem in there. And he seemedlike he might be halfway charming when he wasn't hacking people's headsoff; although he sure needed a bath. But the way he was doing this,acting like he owned me and not giving me any choice was just so wrongand horrible it made me sick to my stomach.And then---as if I wasn't. Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore. Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not. "The ring in your, stomach or whatever," Jay added, making it a little clearer for me and I smiled as I looked down at it.I spoke to them sometimes, but only when I had to ask for something, or explain something important. Mostly though I was able to say whatever I had to with just a look, a nod or shrug sometimes, maybe even a bark or growl. The boys learned quickly enough anyway and they'd been coming by everyday for more than a month according to the moon."White Cloud did it. I know that .... "Sure," she replied handing me a simple cell phone. I punched in my own number and waited."Hello," Peter's voice said."Peter it's me I'm going to be standing in front of the Downtown Decorator Gallery. Pick me up when you can." I knew about the gallery because I had laid the play before I started the race. I had half a dozen pickup points in mind.I walked to the Gallery and sat on the steps. I scanned the area carefully, since I was been involved in something which might easily have pissed off.