Judas Cradle Session with Daphne", she noticed the long descriptive message and four .jpg attachments. She scrolled down the session script and saw th...at it was written like a manual: "...next apply 3x 5 lbs of weight then strike bottom of nipples 10x each with crop" ... "when secured, pull ropes up through pulley in ceiling" ... "Have slave insert three more needles" ... Etcetera. Curious as she was, she clicked on the first attachment. The picture showed a Judas cradle: a pyramid-shaped wooden. I got in the room expecting him to be there already, (early as to not miss a moment of torturing me), but he wasn’t there. I didn’t understand so I just walked to the window and looked out of it, at all my friends chatting to each other, making out with their boyfriends, and planning their weekend probably, whilst I was stuck in this prison.I felt warm air at my neck which startled me and I jumped screaming bloody murder. That rough laugh filled the room again and I turned around to see Timmy. I had been staying at a cheap motel close to work with a co-work, so I wanted our privacy and a nicer place for her. I took the day off to check in early but she would not be there until late that night. I was using this time to relax by the pool and have a few beers. After some fun in the sun I went in to shower, and get out of the heat.After the sun was going down I filled up a cooler and went down to relax. I'm a smoker and the hotel is no smoke, but there is an area by the pool. It was. Pain pummeled her as the hurt sunk deep into her butt.The fake flirting had excited her, now her dereliction of duty consumed her. Deep ache drove into her behind as the oak burned her skin. She bore the intense heat with respect, gripped the edge of the desk and ran her dampening eyes over the back-lit bookshelf. A row of sailing books were at her eye line. The orange spine of the Nautical Almanac grabbed her attention. It was the latest edition. She focused on it.Loud crashes echoed around.