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When I met Ann last year, she bowed to me and told me that her name was Slave Ann.  I will always remember that moment.  I will always remember that first glance in her eyes.  Eyes that were sharp, clear, warm and sincere all at the same time.

I do not own Slave Ann.  The world owns her.  That does not mean that she submits to everyone, or just anyone.  She is a free spirit, and whenever she finds a master whom she feels is worthy, she bows to him.  I am  honored that Ann puts her mind and body in my hands and says “do as you wish, master” I am honored because Ann knows the true and pure meaning of slavery.  She gives of herself unconditionally.

Occasionally, Ann will telephone me and ask, sometimes plead, that I allow her to submit to me that day, immediately.  Now I will share with you the results of an occasion upon which I said “yes, meet me at the house of Master Von Faust at precisely 3 P.M.”

My friend, John Von Faust, has converted his basement into a scary dungeon.  The basement is dank, gloomy, and the feint scent of sweat and semen is always present.  Von Faust has a steel rack to which I like to chain a slave.  And he has VERY HEAVY chains.  I asked John if he would mind putting his chains on the cold floor of his basement.  When I placed these chains upon Ann’s hot flesh, I wanted them to be very cold.

Ann arrived, precisely at the scheduled time.  She bowed, kissed my hand and I commanded her to remove her coat and dress.  She wore a pink bra, pink panties and a short, shiny pink skirt beneath her outer clothing.  Unless I give Ann specific instructions as to what clothing to wear, I appreciate that she always tries to choose clothing which I might find sexy.

I wanted to immediately bring Ann to a state of attention, of heightened awareness.  Because Ann is able to transcend pain into pleasure better than any slave I know, I realize that I can abruptly give her pain, without a time of sensual relaxation. I sat in a chair and said, “assume the position.”  Ann lay across my lap, knowing that a firm spanking would now be administered. I noticed purplish bruises and welts on the backs of Ann’s thighs and said, “Ah!  You’ve been playing,” and I gave a gentle pinch to one of her bruises.  “Yes, Master.  I submitted to Mistress Saphire 2 nights ago at “The Nut Cracker.  (one of New York’s more elegant S&M clubs.  Without warning, my hand crashed down onto a succulent buttock.  Slave Ann now received a fast-paced, brisk spanking.  My hand alternated buttocks, then sometimes I would land three blows in succession in the same area.  Soon, Ann was thrashing about and making animalistic groans like a woman being fucked.  I spanked until I had given her about 100 blows.  I only know one other slave, Rosalyn, who could begin a session with such a severe spanking, and enjoy it.

Firm breasts and a firm ass.  How delightful to watch her butt-flesh jiggle from the blows of my hand, of my flogger.  I held my video camera in my left hand and my flogger in my  right hand. I held the camera low, looking upwards at the jiggling buns. The site was beautiful.  Then I put down my flogger and picked up my crop with the wide flap of leather at the end.  “THWACK!” The crop smacked loudly on her pretty buttocks.  With each crack of the crop, a moan emmitted from beneath Amber’s ball gag.  After much butt  punishment, I told Amber to turn and face the camera.  I asked, “are you enjoying your video experience today?” From beneath her gag, she mumbled “uh huh.”  Just slightly, I suspected that I detected the aroma of female “excitement.” I asked, “are today’s actions arousing you.”  Amber hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head in the “yes motion.”  So, I told her, “then touch yourself.  Take a finger and caress your clit.”  Amber’s hand was tied to the rest of the “rope harness” in a position where it was close enough for her to touch her own pussy.  Somewhat hesitantly, Amber obeyed, and began to caress her wet slit.  First I zoomed my camera in very close for a beautiful, clear shot of her  masturbating.  Then, I zoomed out so that I could see her pussy AND her face and I stood behind her with my riding crop.  I smacked Amber a hard shot on the tushie.  She moaned…and I ordered her to continue  masturbating.  So we continued.  Her stroking her dripping clit while I cropped her ass.  Soon, I could hear her breathing become deeper.  Once, her knees bent slightly for a moment.  An orgasm? No, I would not permit her to orgasm yet.  I had different plans for Amber.  I put a couple of sturdy clothes pins on each pussy lip and told her to stand facing the wall until I was ready to continue with the movie.

I slowly rearranged my equipment and my ropes.  I untied Amber and told her to take off her boots and put on a pair of black high heels.  I then tied her into a chair, facing the back of the chair so that I could still see her pretty ass just above the edge of the chair.  I stood behind her and slid my hands down her chest to refresh my memory as to the feeling of her delightful titties.  I gently squeezed.  Then I squeezed hard. Amber moaned beneath her ball gag.  I then attached a row of sturdy clothes pins to each tit.  I was…decorating my slave. These clothes pins were strong.  They bit deeply into Amber’s soft tit-flesh.  My hands now played with the clothes pins. Bending them, flicking them.  Each bend would create a moan. Each flick would create a gasp beneath her gag.  But I could not resist the pretty site of her ass.  So, I picked up my crop and gave her butt many resounding smacks.  Her body would sway occasionally, as the waves of pleasure swept through her body. Yes, Amber definitely LOVED being tied up and given pain.  Earlier she confessed to having very sensitive nipples.  Her small nipples were now rock hard, so it seemed appropriate that I placed a sturdy clothes pin directly on each nipple before I left her in this position to “meditate” for several minutes. So I did.

For Amber’s final position of pain, I commanded her to lay on the floor and tied her ankles to a wooden railing up over her head.  She wore only high heels and a blindfold.  I took my small, rubber flogger and began smacking her pretty, totally clean-shaven pussy.  It was SUCH fun to watch Amber’s entire body spasm each time the rubber strands of the flogger collided with her sensitive “female parts.”  I then bound one rope around her waist, then between her pussy lips and connected it to the wooden railing over her head.  I wanted Amber to lay in this position for several minutes.  I wanted the rope to soak up the sweet sent of her pussy juice.  Later, if I desired, while driving home, I could hold the rope under my nose and breathe in the beautiful aroma of her excitement.

I ended the video, knowing that I would definitely use Amber in another video some day.  And Amber?  She dressed quickly, in quite a hurry to leave.  She explained, “I just want to go home so my boyfriend can tie me to our bed and fuck my brains out.”  I think she enjoyed making her video.

Amber’s titties were so firm, so succulent, so delightful. I desired to feel them, squeeze them and squeeze them hard, for a long time, first squeezing them through her clothing, and then squeezing the bare flesh of those boobies.  So…I began.  And, ah, what a delightful feeling.  Is there any other object on earth that feels similar to youn, firm breasts.

Maybe, balloons filled with soft clay?  I don’t know.  But squeezing Amber’s breasts…was simply a heavenly feeling.  First I felt them through her clothing.  Then I opened her blouse, lifted her black bra and began sqeezing her perfectly round boobs.  I squeezed my fingers DEEP into her tit flesh until Amber moaned from the pain.  But, the moan sounded like a woman getting fucked.  After MANY, long minutes of HARD squeezing, I gave MY tits a sound “tit spanking.”  Then I grabbed them very firmly and lifted upwards, ALMOST lifting her feet off the ground just by pulling up on her tits.  I then chose two floggers and gave those beautiful tits a sound flogging. Amber’s gasps were like music.

After a LENGTHY session of sensual breasts abuse, I untied Amber’s hand s and told her to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall, in the same manner in which a child is sometimes punished.  Amber had not been “bad.”  I just wanted to see her in this position.  I slowly lifted the back of her short skirt revealing beautifully rounded butt cheeks.  A VERY spankable tushie.  I stepped back and ordered Amber to strip.  She removed her blouse and skirt and asked me, “all the way?”  “Everything!

Well…you can leave your boots on.”  When Amber was completely naked, she was a beautiful sight.  Wolfman was right.  Her body was SO firm, with beautiful lines.

Her shaved pussy was so cute, so succulent, I wanted to sculpt rope in a fashion that the rope would frame her pussy and her gorgeous butt like picture frames.  After finishing my “rope sculpture,” I tied her hands to the sides of her body and then simply commanded her to walk slowly in different directions so I could just LOOK at her bald pussy and beautiful butt, framed by the rope.  Finally, I placed a ball gag in Amber’s mouth and commanded her to face the wall.  It was time to flog and spank that amazing fanny.

There’s simply….something about Amber.  Put her in a room, 7 men, 7 women. Amber might not be the prettiest woman in the room, but…all the men will want to fuck Amber.  What is it?  Does she just “exude” or “radiate” sexual energy.

I met her through my friend, Wolfman, a photo journalist, a master and dungeon owner in Philadelphia.  He simply said, “Rick, this girl has a body like a “brick shit-house” and she loves S&M.  And, check this out.  Her boyfriend wants her to do a video with you.  He does NOT want to watch you make the video. He just wants to watch a video, later, of his girlfriend getting tied up and tortured by Rick Savage.”  Wolf also mentioned that Amber was very strong.  He explained that she worked in a “nursing home” for very elderly people.  And, in her job, she has to lift the old people sometimes.

So, that is how I met Amber.  I packed my gear and made the 2-hour drive from New York to Philly, and set up my equipment at one of Wolfman’s dungeons, “The Royal Castle.” (To see some of the girls at Wolf’s “Castle,” check out www.theroyalcastle.com)

In a brief interview at the beginning of our video, Amber was quick to inform me that she loved being tied up and spanked. So I told her, “Well, I suspect I’ll make you happy today because I intend to tie you up and spank you.”  This was the first time Amber made a video so I explained to her the importance of taking direction, the importance of being obedient.  She then promised to obey.  I told her that I wanted her to surrender her body and mind to me for the duration of the video.  Her body was now my property and I could do to her body whatever I pleased. She agreed.

BEFORE removing any of Amber’s clothing, I tied her hands to rings in the wall above her head.  I wanted to begin slowly. I went to gently caress her body on the outside of her clothing. I traced my hands up her legs, on the outside of her tight skirt, and then to her very firm breasts, and I said, “whose tits are these?” And she quizically answered, “mine, master.”  My response was quick and firm.  “WRONG.  You have given your body to me. I OWN your body until this movie is over.  These are MY tits.

Do you understand that?”  “Yes, Master.”  “So, I can do anything I want to them because they are MY tits!  Isn’t that right?” “Yes, Master.”

Next, a series of bondage positions that I told Alice would make her a better gymnast.  Bondage positions designed to stretch the body.  First I lay Alice on the carpet with her legs spread wide and inserted a ball-gag into her mouth so that I would not have to listen to her incessant complaining.  I pinched her hard nipples and tugged them towards the ceiling.  I then took my riding crop and delivered stinging blows to the inside of my students tender thighs, and an occasional smack to her freshly shaved twat.  I explained to my gymnast that the smacks to the inside of her thighs while she was bound in this particular position would help “stretch out” her thigh muscle. To help Alice achieve “self discipline,”  I attached sturdy wooden clothes pins to her bald pussy lips and her erect nipples I zoomed my camera in extremely close to capture several close-upviews of the clothes pins pinching her “tender parts.”  Then I permitted her to meditate for several minutes. I next placed Alice on a couch and forced her lower legs behind her shoulders.  Her lower arms were then tied to her thighs. The position was excruciating, and I insisted to Alice that by staying in this position for several minutes, it would improve her  gymnastics.  Her body reminded me of an open flower blossom. I took a pair of metal tweezers and pinched and pulled on Alice’s hard nipples and pussy lips.  She wined beneath her ball-gag. I explained to her,  “the duress I am causing to your “private parts” puts more strain on the muscles which are being stretched in this bondage position.  Again, Alice was forced to endure this position for several minutes.

Finally, it is always important to a gymnast, that she have a good “split.”  So, I stood Alice in a doorway and lifted one leg until it pointed towards the ceiling.  I then tied this raised leg to her body so that the leg would stay in this position, hence giving Alice a good “split.”  A close look at Alice’s little “bald beaver” revealed much wetness.  Alice was obviously deriving much pleasure from her bondage and discipline. Finally I placed a sturdy hair clip over her naked pussy, pinching her labia together. As Alice winced in pain, again, I explained to her that the pain I was now inflicting to her genitals would put extra stress on her stretching leg muscles. Therefore, I was helping her to become a better gymnast.

As I ended my video, I again allowed Alice to remain in this excruciating position for several minutes.  When I untied the young lady, I could see that her heartbeat was rather accelerated.  She was obviously excited, and her fantasy had become reality.  Maybe next month I will fulfill the fantasies of another young damsel.

Alice wines and makes little crying noises during her “ruler spanking.”  I enjoy watching her firm buns jiggle.  I then test Alice’s ability to be obedient.  She is told to kneel and place her forehead on the carpet.  She obeys.  Next, she is told to pull her white panties down below her butt cheeks.  “Why,” she asks.  “Because we are testing to see if you are capable of being obedient.”  Reluctantly, Alice slides her panties down.

Then she is told, “grab your ass, spread your cheeks and show me your anus.”  The young girl then looks at me for a moment and says, “Why?”  I respond, “do you already forget?  I JUST told you that we are conducting a test to see if you are capable of being obedient!”

Without further hesitation,  Alice spreads her butt cheeks showing me her asshole and shaved pussy.  I then smack her anus with the strands of my small rubber flogger.  “OW!” she exclaims.

“HOLD them open” is my command.  I now enjoyed a rather lengthy flogging of her “rose bud,” all the while listening to the sounds of her cute cries.

Next, I tell Alice to stand facing my camera and show me her pussy.  I approach, take a credit card, and scratch just above her shaved pussy.  “AH HAH!  Just as I suspected!  Stubble. You didn’t shave today.  ANOTHER reason to punish you.”

Alice is then tied, naked to a “day bed” with her legs spread wide.  I use an old-fashioned soft shaving brush to apply water and lather to her twat.  “I have to go wee wee” Alice announces. She is told,  “you’ll just have to wait until we’re finished this shaving.”  I now caress her wet slit with the brush knowing that the warm water rolling off of her twat lips will cause a greater urge to pee.  She wines and says, “I REALLY have to go NOW.”  But, I continue lathering her twat, forcing her to wait.  I release her hands and tell her to shave herself.  I grab my camera and capture several close-up shots of the shaving.

FINALLY, Alice is released and allowed to go pee.  As she begins to sit on the toilet, I yell at her, “HEY!  I told you that you could pee.  I didn’t say that you were permitted to use my toilet.”  Alice squirms, looks perplexed, and says, “but where can I pee.”  I now hand the girl a steel bowl, “Here!” Alice looked at me with shock.  “Do I have to?” she asks.  “No, you can keep holding your pee inside you.  But, if you want to “let it out,” you are only permitted to use the bowl.”  Alice wined and moaned, but she squatted and peed in the bowl while my camera zoomed in to watch the urine flow from her freshly shaved snatch.

In the other room, Alice is commanded to bend over and receives a thorough flogging and spanking.  Then the wooden ruler smacks her ass a few times.  To Alice’s surprise, my ruler occasionally gives a few smacks to her freshly shaved pussy.

Next I instructed Alice to demonstrate some of her gymnastics for me.  It was fun to watch a young female gymnast perform, personally for me, while she was nude.

Alice is a “part time” assistant to a photographer that I know. She does not have the type of “look” that you would expect to find in a bondage model.  One day, after I finished a  video shoot at the photographer’s studio, Alice sheepishly asked me if I thought I could ever use HER in a video.  Alice is very shy, so I realized that she needed courage to ask me this question.

I asked, “why do you want to be in an S&M video.”

She responded, “I’ve had fantasies in my life, and sometimes, I think that I’ll never have the fantasy come true.  I thought, if we made a video, we could make one of my fantasies come true.”

“Tell me about one of your fantasies,”  I said.

She responded, “well, I went to an all-girl school where we had to where a uniform.  I studied gymnastics for such long hours, that I never had time for a social life.  And besides, I was shy and kind of a nerd.  I always had “a crush” on the headmaster of our school.  I was always a “good” girl, but I used to fantasize that I was a “bad” girl, and the headmaster caught me “being bad,” and he punished me.”

“And how would he punish you?”

“Well, he would spank me, tie me up naked while I was in a “gymnastic position.”  And he would do many “perverse things” that I could not even imagine.”

Alice had lowered her head while she spoke to me.  I knew she was omewhat embarrassed, telling me about her fantasy.  But….I liked Alice’s fantasy, and thought that it would make an excellent video.  So, I agreed to return on another day, and make Alice’s fantasy…”come true.”

For her video, Alice wore the SAME uniform that she wore in school, with the addition of some nerdy sneakers.  I began the video with Alice standing, facing the corner, holding up the hem of her dress so that we can see her white cotton panties. I, playing the role of the school headmaster, approach and smack her small, muscular tushie several times with a long, wooden ruler.  I next explain to Alice that she has been bad, and she needs to learn discipline.  She needs to learn how to be obedient.  I tell her to show me the palms of her hands, and then smack the palms of her hands several times with the ruler. I now discover that Alice is breaking school rules by chewing gum.  MORE reason for punishment.  She is told to lift her skirt and AGAIN, her buttocks receive a thorough smacking with the wooden ruler.

Before continuing my tit torture, I placed her juggs in a traditional, circular bondage position, wrapping the rope around each tit several times, causing the tits to bulge beneath their bindings.  I then took a pair of metal forceps and allowed the cold metal to squeeze her bulging juggs and pinch her sensitive nipples.
Next, I added 2 more ropes directly accross her bound tits, which pressed them painfully.  The bondage itself was now a torture.  Her large, distended nipples now peeked between the two ropes.  As I squeezed her sore juggs, she gasped and the panties fell out of her mouth.  I had not given Rusty permission to allow the panties to fall from her mouth.  So, I stuffed them back into her mouth, and covered her mouth with sturdy tape.  That would keep the panties in their place.

I now took a small genital flogger and began to smack her sore, tender nipples.  Rusty gasped several times and I thought she would “lose her breath.”  After several minutes, I stopped my flogging and said, “you’ve been such a good slave today, I’m going to reward you with a truly wicked sensation.”  I now put mean, tight, plastic clothes pins on each nipple.  Rusty’s eyes bulged, wide open, and in a few minutes, I thought she was going to cry.  But….I had further surprises for her tender nipples. I removed the clothes pins.  As the blood rushed back into her nipples, she screamed in pain.  But, before the pain subsided, I tweaked them and pinched them several times, with a pair of steel pliers.  Ah, torturing tits can be such fun, especially with a slave like Rusty.
Next, I stripped my busty slave naked, and tied her to a St. Andrews cross.  I didn’t want to hear louds moans and cries while I continued with my playing, so I put an interesting  leather harness on Rusty’s head.  Interesting because it had a somewhat unique mouthpiece, a small leather dildo which was held firmly in her mouth via snaps.  I now began to created my close pin art. I began attaching clothes pins around her sore breasts.  Eventually, each tit held clusters of pins.  A total of 10 clothes pins on each tit.  And finally, one clothespin on each nipple.  I had such fun twisting, and tweaking those clothes pins.
For Rusty’s final painful experience of the day.  I tied her to a spanking horse, with one huge tit dangling on each side of the horse.  A ball gag was placed in her mouth.  Her full, round buttocks were firmly spanked and flogged, and then vicious clover clamps were placed on each nipple.  This caused EXTREME discomfort to our titular girl.  For several long minutes, I watched her writhe in agony and and near tears.  I took a few photographs of her distress, then took the clamps off of her nipples.  Beneath her ball gag emerged a muffled, yet loud scream.  I released my slave from her bindings and hugged the sobbing girl, promising her that I would allow her to return to this dungeon again, for another afternoon of fun.

I had not seen my friend, Rusty, in more than 2 years.  The last time I saw her, we had sex together, outdoors, in a park, during the winter, in a porn video.  At that time, I exposed her, bent her over and leaned her against the rough bark of a tree and fucked her from behind.  Then I spilled my spunk all over her face.  As a director, I find Rusty very easy to direct due to her true submissive nature and the fact that she loves to be “trashed out” (like humiliated.)  I once told Rusty that I fantasized a sex scene in a video whereby she would fuck 8 or 9 guys in a dirty alley behind a Chinese restaurant.  And she would kneel and all the guys would dump their cum on her face.  To which Rusty said, “Sounds great!”
After not seeing her for 2 years, I noticed a change in her appearance.  Rusty’s huge tits, had grown bigger.  In the dungeonof the Brooklyn studio of a friend, I set up my camera and prepared to torment her titanic tits.  Rusty seemed happy with the knowledge that her submissive journey would be one of pain. First I lowered the bodice of her blouse to allow those huge juggs to spill out of their confines.  With her hands handcuffed behind her back, I rudely massaged and squeezed her breasts very hard.  Pinching her nipples, I lifted her weighty juggs toward the ceiling by pulling upwards on her nipples.

Rusty squealed in a manner I have heard many times over the years. I placed one finger directly under a tit, and pushed it directly upwards, so that all the weight of her huge jugg would rest on the point of my finger.  I knew it would be painful.  And I knew that Rusty would enjoy it.
After more painful squeezing of those fleshy mountains and pinching her her big, firm nipples, I removed her panties andstuffed them into her mouth.  With her hands still cuffed behind her back Rusty was place on a sturdy chair and I began to methodically flog her tits.  Occasionally, I would allow the soft leather to graze over her tits and nipples, but the flogging was virtually constant.  It was such fun to listen to Rusty’s squeals emerging from her panty-stuffed mouth.

Next I stood Michele with her back against a black brick wall and tied her wrists to a “coat rack” on the wall.  She was topless but I made her wear a pair of grey pantyhose.  I wound rope around her waist and through her crotch and attached the rope, tightly, to a hook on the opposite wall.  I did this simply because I enjoy the sight of nylon pantyhose pulled deeply up into a woman’s pussy with a rope.  Michele’s boobs were so perfectly rounded, so firm, so natural.  I gave one boob a resounding smack with my bare hand.  Her gag had remained in place all this time, and a look of surprise came over her face when I smacked her breast.  Repeatedly I smacked and squeezed her natural boobies.  These breasts felt so wonderful, in my bare hands.  I squeezed deeply causing her to moan beneath her gag.  And I squeezed them for quite a while, simply enjoying their pliable feeling in my hands.  I then began attaching a clothes pin “zipper” to the underside of each tit.  The string of clothes pins is called a zipper because after you suddenly yank on the string, suddenly ripping the clothes pins away from the flesh, teeth marks are left in the skin and this look reminds people of a zipper.  For a zipper to be MOST painful, it is necessary to leave the clothes pins attached to the body for at least 15 minutes.  And 30 minutes is better.  So, I left Michele alone to “meditate” for a while, then returned, and teased the clothes pins with my fingers, asking Michele, “do your tits hurt?  Would you like me to remove the clothes pins?”  She mumbled “yes” beneath her gag.  SUDDENLY, I yanked one string of clothes pins away from a boob, causing it to jiggle, causing Michele’s body to contort in pain.  But I gave her virtually NO time to recover from the pain in her boob.  Less than one second later, I quickly snatched the other zipper from her other boob.   For her body, it looked like shock, on top of shock.  It was SO beautiful, and then she stood there breathing heavily for a long time, the “teeth marks” from the zipper looking so pronounced.  It was time for one “final test” of my secretary’s devotion.

Wearing only the grey pantyhose and high heeled shoes, I instructed Michele to lie on her back on an ottoman.  Her ankles were bound together and then the rope was tossed over the pipe in the ceiling and pulled tight so that her ankles pointed towards the ceiling.  Her wrists were bound together behind her knees.  Her ass looked so pretty, vulnerable, just coated in the grey nylon.  It was time to use a tool more “serious” then my crop.  It was time for her ass to be introduced to my wooden paddle.  A hard “SMACK” and the sound echoed around the dungeon.  After a few more smacks you could actually SEE the redness of her ass THOUGH the nylon pantyhose.  But….I knew that some viewers might be disappointed if they did not see the wooden paddle striking her totally bare flesh, if they could not actually see her red ass cheeks without the nylon obstructing their view.  So…I pulled her pantyhose down (or upwards actually) so that her buns were totally bare.  And then…my wooden paddle continued to punish her voluptuous ass.  After a thorough paddling, I took several photos of her “crimson” ass cheeks, and asked, “now when you come to work tomorrow, do you think you can stay focused on your job, and NOT talk to your friends on the phone?”  “Um hmm,” she mumbled beneath her ball gag.  And I let my camera fade to darkness.

I released Michele from her bondage, and casually told her that I thought we made an “excellent” video.  I could see that she was rather flustered, excited, her heart beating fast.  But….I kept the conversation completely impersonal.

In the month’s following my video with Michele, I elected not to speak with her.  A couple of the girls at the dungeon told me that Michele “gushed” after the movie was over, telling several of the girls how excited she was to make a movie with me.  But, I chose silence.  Silence before her movie…and silence after the movie.  As though the silence was a picture frame in time, a picture frame around her experience. I didn’t return to the Den of Iniquity for a couple of months after the shoot.  And when I DID see Michele again, I greeted her cheerfully, just like a friend.  But inside my mind, my smile was MUCH bigger.  My “secretary” had demonstrated the beauty of a journey into S&M.  And I found the experience….quite satisfying.