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here.”
    Lulu jumped at his words, her attention having been on Cheryl, then slowly got to her feet. She had a moment to wonder if she was supposed to crawl again, but she really didn’t want to, so she walked over.
    “Sit here.” Alton patted the arm of the chair. She carefully took a seat, twisting to look down at him.
    “I’m going to punish Cheryl for looking up when she should not have. You’re interested in masochism. What you’re about to see is not that—there will be no pleasure for Cheryl. This is physical punishment to correct behavior. Masochism binds pleasure and pain together, and though they can sometimes look the same they are very different.”
    “Is Cheryl…okay with this?” she asked in a whisper. The other woman was headed back, a black riding crop in her teeth.
    “What do you mean?”
    “What if she goes to the cops and says you beat her or something? I mean, if it just hurts .”
    If there’s real ouch hurting involved, I’m out the door , Lulu thought.
    “Ah. I understand.”
    Lulu’s hand was resting on her thigh and Alton touched the back of it. The touch was light and quick, gone almost before she realized it had happened, but she felt it along every nerve ending in her body. “When I say there is no pleasure I mean there is no immediate pleasure. She will not orgasm, I will not touch her in any way that could bring her sexual pleasure. However, Cheryl is a slave, she enjoys serving. If she were not punished when she did things wrong it would mean her Master no longer cared about her servitude, and that would be the greatest punishment.”
    Lulu couldn’t help but think that negative attention was still attention, but she didn’t say that.
    Cheryl deposited the crop across Alton’s knees.
    “Slave Cheryl, tell Lulu what you are.”
    “I’m my Master’s slave. I serve him in all things. When I come home I shed the normal and live to please him.”
    “And what does your Master do for you?” Alton picked up the crop and touched the folded tip of leather to Cheryl’s cheek.
    “He owns me. He loves me and takes care of me. He pleasures me and corrects me.”
    “And who am I?” Alton’s voice was a low growl.
    Cheryl shivered. “You’re Master Alton. You train slaves and punish bad slaves, and when a slave refuses to try something their Master sends them to you and you make them love it.”
    “I’m the big bad wolf,” Alton said, so low Lulu almost didn’t hear it.
    “Stand. Show Lulu your chains.”
    Cheryl rolled to her feet in a surprisingly graceful motion, chains clanking.
    “Tell Lulu why I put the chains on you.” He lifted one with the tip of the crop.
    “The chains remind me of my status and my servitude. When my Master arrives to pick me up, you will,” Cheryl paused, taking a few breaths, “you will tell him that he should keep the chains on and consider adding piercings.”
    “You are a better slave with the constant reminder,” Alton told her. “Now step closer.”
    She stepped between Alton’s legs. Lulu had avoided looking at the body jewelry too closely but as Alton’s strong fingers traced them she examined the web.
    “The leather collar reminds her of her status. The two chains coming off it connect to the nipple clamps.” He flicked clamps on her nipples. “Additional chains from the clamps attach to her belly chain. If her Master adds piercings I’ll suggest a belly ring, which would serve the same purpose.”
    From the chain around her belly he traced two more chains down between her legs. Alton had her move the ottoman over and sit on it.
    “Spread your legs.”
    As she did, her hairless sex was fully exposed. Lulu gasped as she saw the clamps on the lips of the other woman’s sex.
    “There are two chains on each pussy clamp.” He leaned forward and tugged on the chain that came down from her belly, which lay slack along the seam of her thigh. Her pussy lip stretched, opening her even farther. Lulu felt her cheeks heat with