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ket watch, musing for
a moment how much it reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper
carried in that movie... and I note that it is getting close to the
time we had arranged.
I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the
playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it,
setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my
lighter floggers. I close my eyes, examining the handle of the cat by
touch only, while the pair in the scenespace close their scene with
what sounds like a two-by-four. *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*, and the bottom
grunting, then yelling, then screaming an almost unintelliglble
safeword. I open my eyes to see the bottom taken down from the frame
and wrapped in blankets, then moved to a space on a couch.
Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the hour. The time
has come.
You enter the room, nodding a silent greeting to a small group of
acquaintences by the doorway, then approach me. You stand before me
for a moment, then kneel, resting your head on my thigh. I use the
handle of my flogger to lift your chin, raising your eyes to meet
mine.
A raised eyebrow. A nod.
A smile. A shiver.
You take my offered hand, and I help y
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