" McCock? Don't look so surprised, of course I heard about, even read that critique - both sides have merit although I do tend to favour McCock. It's ...a wonder the confounded thing hasn't appeared in the Journal."Sir James waved his friend out, "See to it."..."Baroness Shadowdale, thank you for seeing me at such short notice." Always a pleasure to see and chat with you, Sir Laurence. Help yourself to the urn you know where the mugs are. There are times when I regret allowing myself to succumb to. “Good, now it’s your turn. Lay on your stomach” she demanded.On my stomach, Gabriella, or Mistress I suppose I should be calling her, sat on top of my legs. She began rubbing/massaging my back. It felt amazing, almost professional. I was beginning to relax as she worked out all the kinks in my body. She moved to my ass and massaged my cheeks. Not something I had ever experienced, but it was something. I really enjoyed it. “Slave, have you ever had your ass played with?” She asked.“Yes mistress. . They're going to cook me! I try to scream in terror, barely squealing through the metal ballgag. I move what muscles I can, but this is mostly my fingers and toes. I try to shift my weight, but nothing I do is of any use. My body is covered in sweat and my face is covered in tears. The table under my head isn't hot, but everything from the neck down is being cooked. The restraints are getting hot too, as they're made of metal.Nothing could possibly be worse than this searing pain. And. And the coach called me over before the game. "Woodard, I think I'm going to try you in center when Gutierrez pitches-but not today. Rest the leg. We need you on the mound this week." Fine with me," I told him."Besides which, that means I can get you out on the field with the damn uniform on. Jeez. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you slid on Friday. I hope nobody else on this team goes through The Program." I doubt you can count on that," I grinned. "Some of us are kind of waiting for.