She must get ready. In the bathroom she strips and looks at her nude body in the full length mirror. The woman in the mirror is gorgeous. Her green eyes look back at the nude woman in the bathroom. She is proud, the woman in the mirror. She is strong, has no regrets. She runs the hot water and fills a bag with it. She hangs the bag from the shower curtain bar and picks up the nozzle,

Ch : A punishment In his hands, the crop. Forty today He says; his only words to me today. He moves to my left. I nod, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I hear the hiss of the rattan crop through the air, and the crack against my skin, before I feel the burn of the first cut on my ass. I throw my head back but manage to contain my scream.

Ch : Night He takes me down. I can barely move. My pussy is on fire. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt. Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror.

Ch The guests and their entourages had all arrived by :. Security at the gate was strict. Only invited guests and their slaves were allowed in. There were no female guests invited. Political correctness did not even receive lip service in Brunei. Each guest bore the following invitation engraved in gold embossed vellum: Dear X Paul Collins requests the pleasure of your company next October th at the palace of

Ch Intermezzo I woke up Tuesday and, after making coffee for Candy and me, left for work. I called up Robert and set up a date for lunch. I also called Candy up to see how she was doing. Sore, very sore, but OK. I love you No it didnt seem like she wanted to back out, never even mentioned it. I met with Robert at noon. We did live in the same city, but worked and lived on opposite sides of it, so we only met each other rarely,

Ch Candys submission, epilogue Candy had been quiet all week, but I could tell she was looking forward to more action. She had been quite brazen about this. So had Yukiko and Vicky, come to think of it. Robert and I were in a quandary. Without telling any of the girls we met that week. There was no denying that we were having a blast with these three girls, that was a given. Yet this could be dangerous.

The Music Room. Notes from a Diary Wednesday February th Dear Diary: Last night George again proposed anal sex, and again, I refused. I cannot help it. I just cannot relax back there. I shut up like a clam. Even when I am really excited I freeze if he touches me there. Ive had anal intercourse once, years ago, with Paul, my boyfriend in college.

They drive off, into the night. She lies back on the smooth leather seat and, turning her head, looks at Him from behind her green eyes. Are you still willing? He asks her. Do you have to ask? She answers.Have I ever denied you anything? He does not respond. He concentrates on the road, but his engorged member belies his apparent sang-froid. She smiles. Her hand caresses His arm.

Passing the baton Ch That night, Sarah prepared to go to Pauls room, as she did most nights; only this night would be different. She showered carefully and trimmed her red bush again. She regarded herself in the mirror, an image of female perfection. Her green eyes took in her figure; trim, flat waist, flaring slightly at the hips. Long legs, firm, well curved. Small perky breasts, with pointed pink nipples. Alabaster skin, with but a hint of freckles around her small nose.

Ch At noon sharp, the music stopped. The band was dismissed, placed in a bus and whisked off to the airport. They would be out of the country before Sarah got half way through her evening. All eyes were riveted on the stage. Promptly, Sarah emerged from the center of the stage, where a cleverly hidden hatch allowed access.