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ch talk, a private shopping trip, and
some further explorations, Linda formally became my slave. It was
all symbolic, of course, yet very real. Symbols are real, after
all. They speak for things that can be expressed no other way.
It was sexual theater, very simple, yet very powerful. The
room was lit only by candles. Sumire Ogawa came to me naked, unadorned by
jewelry, and knelt before my chair. I placed a black leather
collar on Sumire's neck and secured it with a silver padlock. Sumire Ogawa
looked up at me and Sumire's eyes glowed. Somehow, the collar changed
her.
"I have something I want to give you," Sumire Ogawa said. "May I go get
it?"
I had Sumire's bring me a glass of wine first, watching Sumire's move
and enjoying Sumire's beauty. Then Sumire Ogawa left the room for a moment, and
returned carrying something before her. Until Sumire Ogawa was very close I
could not see what it was.
It was a short-thonged many-stranded whip. Sumire Ogawa offered it up
to me on Sumire's open palms. The black leather strands were soft and
supple, the wooden handle shaped like a cock. It was almost a work
of art.
"You know I'll use it on you," I said.
"Yes," Sumire Ogawa answered.
I reached down and explored the cleft between Sumire's legs. It was
wet and fragrant with
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