SHE WAS WHIPPING him pretty good, all things considered. I mean, there she was in that cage, degrading him with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and all the audience could do was watch. As the mistress whipped, groped, slapped, and otherwise berated clients who had paid five bucks for the privilege, the sizable crowd looked on with a mixture of titillated curiosity and disengaged incomprehension. And although one of her friends (obviously a ringer) would occasionally step in, snap into character, and get into the act, most of her clients seemed to be concentrating on what the guys at the office would think. Welcome to... More >>>