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    He stared at me, waiting for an answer.
    “It wasn’t a man,” I said in a near whisper.
    He raised his eyebrows. His mischievous half-smile made my breath halt in my chest. He was so beautiful. “In that case, I demand the whole story.”
    “I’d rather not talk about it.”
    He lifted the crop with his right hand and snapped it into his left palm. My pussy squeezed.
    “I don’t believe sex slaves are allowed to refuse their masters’ requests.” He lifted something wrapped in plastic from the box. He appeared to be reading some instructions.
    “Interesting…” He pulled the wrapper off as he came toward me. It looked like a long black bar. “Seems this is what they call a ‘spreader.’ Come here.”
    I stood and met him at the foot of the bed. He positioned me mid-way between the bed and the front wall.
    “Now spread your legs.” As I did, he began pushing the bar between my feet. “Further.”
    When my stance was wide enough, he secured the bar to each of my ankles. I had no choice but to stay that way.
    He picked up the riding crop. “Now bend over and grab your ankles.”
    As I bent over slowly, I began to quiver. I dreaded the pain that was coming, yet my pussy was already wet with wanting.
    “Hmmm…how many lashes do you think a slave should get for disobeying a master?”
    I suddenly realized that, with his muscular arms, his lashes might be much stronger than Paris’s.
    “Two?” I said hopefully.
    “Fair enough.”
    I was somewhat disappointed that he’d agreed so easily.
    The whip sliced the air, and I felt the first sting on my bottom. It hurt, but he was going easy on me compared to what I got before. I relaxed a little.
    A second sting followed. My ass muscles tensed, but the sensation was very tolerable.
    “There,” he said. “That was for disobeying me. But I still haven’t heard the story. I’ll just continue until you agree to tell me what I want to know.”
    Uh-oh.
    I was still holding my ankles, which were spread as far apart as they could be without causing me to do the involuntary splits.
    Thwack.
    Ouch.
    Thwack.
    Ouch again.
    Every flip of the whip stung like a bee. Pain seared through me. One sting after another, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop.
    And I certainly didn’t want him to know the perverted pleasure I’d gotten at the hands of a group of women I didn’t even like.
    Thwack…thwack…thwack…thwack…
    Tears pooled in my eyes. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
    Thwack…
    A pained whimper escaped me. Although deep in my throat, it was louder than I would have expected.
    He stopped.
    I peeked between my legs to see what he was doing just in time to come eye to “eye” with the butt end of the whip. I watched as it slid up my inner thigh and touched the entrance to my pussy.
    Mmmm… Such heavenly contact. I needed something there so badly.
    But it left my pussy and slithered around on my ass.
    “Do you feel it?” he asked. “That’s how wet you are for this whip. Quite the little freak, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
    “I’m not—” What was I about to say? That I wasn’t a freak? I knew I was. But it wasn’t fair because I never would have been if it hadn’t been for Eric and Alexis. Or at least I wouldn’t have known I was.
    “Your ass is pink,” he said. “Are you ready to tell me about it?”
    I was silent. How would I explain that I was a totally innocent, normal person going about my business when I was tricked, not once but twice, into bizarre situations which my body thoroughly enjoyed, despite my mind’s misgivings?
    “No?” He walked around in front of me. “Maybe you’re too comfortable.”
    Comfortable? In this position?
    He put one hand under my chin and lifted until I was no longer bent over.
    “On your knees,” he commanded. “This deluxe model is supposed to swivel at your ankles
    ‘to allow for a variety of positions.” He sounded as if he was quoting the package.
    He held out his arms so I could