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Out of blackness, a sharp stab of violet light becomes a blue sky all around,rapidly joined by rolling green hills far below, a yellow sun, and if therewas anything red to see that would come last, but there isn't.

Hello to those who are along for the ride today. I am Ange, andit is my locator you are linked to. I work as a changer for the Total PowerExchange and the idea of today's exercise is to give you a flavour of mywork so that you will know how we do things here.

Everyone linked in? Right. Each day, I get a series of tasks arrangedin what we at TPE call 'a list'. Everyone familiar with the concept? Good.Here is today's list: Sloth, Envy, Greed, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Gluttony.Another day I might get a different list: Washington, Adams, Jefferson … orViolet, Indigo, Blue … or whatever. We should be able to get throughat least the first two in today's list while you are linked in.

So, 'Sloth'. Not sure what that is, so I use my descriptor to tellme. Apparently a sloth is a slow-moving, tree-dwelling, tropical Americanedentate mammal. It is early in the day and my descriptor may not be workingat its full capacity. The descriptor? Well, it's like an eye … ora fridge. Better analogy: it's like a person in a book with headphoneson … No? Anyway, you'll all see what it can do. You'll probably learn how to use it, as we go through the day.

Let's all find out what the sloth is as we go, eh? Now, steadyyourselves while I use my locator. Where are we now? Looks like England. I'll just take us to the place where the sloth is. Everyone steady?

Blue leaches out of the sky, green out the grass, everything becomes a dullred glow fading away to black, gradually cooling, until another stab of violetleading to blue walls, greenery seen through a window, sunlight falling onyellow surfaces, with rather a lot of red and white plates.

It's a kitchen. It's not very clean. The floor is grubby. The sink is overflowingwith those red and white plates; the yellow work surface beside it has a completeset of used pans and cooking utensils; hooks and shelves around the walls areempty because everything needs washing. There are food stains on the cookerand on the wall beside it. The table is overflowing with a pile of clothesthat also need washing. A full black rubbish bag stands beside the overfullyellow rubbish bin. Outside the window, a lush late summer garden needs tending,especially the lawn.

My descriptor tells me that this time of day is normally givento preparing the evening meal. Maybe there's something more important todo. I'll just adjust the perspective …

In the hallway there is dust on the umbrella stand. In the lounge there isa disorderly pile of newspapers and magazines beside the couch. Back in thehallway there is another newspaper lying by the front door. There are fingermarks on the banister rail of the stairs.

Upstairs, in the bedroom there is finally somebody there. Warmed by the late-afternoonsun, a naked young woman sprawls on the unmade bed, her legs wide open, hereyes closed. She has brown wavy shoulder-length hair and smooth curves at breastand hip. Her legs are long and shapely and her untrimmed pubic bush is thesame colour as her head hair. She is gently stroking one breast.

According to the descriptor her name is Karen and she is marriedto a man called Mike, who'll be arriving home from work within the hour.You'd think she'd keep things clean for him.

From the image the descriptor provides, Mike is tall, dark, and broad-shouldered,but his conditioning is poor. His muscles do not match his size and there issome flab.

There is a paperback book open face down on the bed beside Karen. The coveris mostly black with a black-and-white illustration showing a tall, slim, blondewoman in a black basque, black stockings, and shiny high-heeled shoes. Sheis blindfolded and is kneeling with both arms held out palms upward offeringa schoolmaster's cane to the viewer. The title of the book is 'Object of HisAffections'.

Karen starts to pull and pinch at her breast, her other hand creeping downtowards her crotch and gently touching her slit.

My locator is telling me that Karen is imagining a second location.Hold tight, darlings.

A swift violet streak through the bedroom incorporates the other coloursquickly so that Karen's imagined scene is now visible as well as her reality.The descriptor adds a label, 'slave k', to the woman in that scene.

She is a younger, taller, tauter, tanned version of Karen wearing what atfirst glance appears to be a golden bikini. Although the top part holds andlifts her breasts, it covers nothing. The bottom part hides far more than amodern swimsuit would. It is a golden chastity belt with an intricate lacypatterned surface over a metal framework. It is unclear precisely what, ifanything, the lock fixes together. In the bedroom, Karen's discarded clothesare very different: washed-out red tee shirt, blue jeans, an old and frayedblack bra.

The house in the fantasy is much larger and more luxurious than Karen's.Slave k is in a large, tall room with vaguely Victorian paintings on the wood-panelledwalls and several large windows. She is dusting. As her hands are somehow fixedbehind her back, she is reduced to using her breasts to rub a duster on thewindow ledge, which arouses k's nipples more than it cleans the surface. Karensighs deeply as she strokes her own nipple to the same state as k's. The afternoonsun shines through the open window, causing beads of sweat to appear on k'sbrow as she works. Karen is sweating more profusely, on her face and neck,between her breasts, across her shoulders.

A man who looks like Mike but slimmer and better muscled approaches k. Thedescriptor labels him 'Overseer'. He wears formal servant's clothes. A shortwhip hangs from his belt. Karen's breathing becomes more ragged as k bitesher lip in fear of this man who clearly has power over her. As he reaches thewindow she is working at, he casually slaps k's buttock as Karen rolls sidewaysto slap her own cheek hard leaving it red. Where k was struck a clear reddenedhandprint appears; Karen feels the sting of both slaps.

Slave k falls to her knees, begging the overseer for time to finish her work.Karen, once more on her back, mutters k's words, tasting the guilt, matchingthe tight, fearful breathing, touching the wetness between her legs and strokingherself rhythmically.

The fantasy scene suddenly skips to a time when k's work is finished. Theoverseer is examining the result. He seizes k by a nipple and drags her toa window where he has found a late summer wasp. Karen recalls from the bookhow k, naked, bound, and vulnerable, fears its sting, but it is already dead.Karen is pinching and stretching her own pink nipple, moaning in pain, andstroking her labia with the other hand, sometimes dipping a finger betweenthem.

Slave k, fearful now of the overseer's whip, throws herself at his feet,trying to kiss his shoes, which have somehow become curl-toed slippers outof the Arabian Nights. The room and the overseer's costume have taken on thelook of this more exotic milieu, Karen's preferred fantasy it seems. Insteadof polished floorboards, k feels the thick pile of a Persian carpet rough againsther nipples. The overseer grunts an order in some imagined Arabic and k kneelsup, her legs apart. He rubs his slipper against her crotch (wasn'tthere a chastity belt there?)judging her wetness. Karen is pinchingand scratching at her own crotch, embracing the humiliation.

The overseer unhooks the whip from his belt and it becomes a cane as he doesso. Slave k is crying, shaking, begging, apologising for the wasp, and forher failure. Karen mumbles. Her head gives little jerks, making k's distressher own. Her hips move with the rhythm of her fingers which ,havezeroed in on her clitoris

The overseer's cane falls; k cringes in pain; Karen jolts and cries out quietlyas if she too has been hit. Slave k jerks, shouts, and writhes to avoid therepeated, relentless, merciless strokes of the cane. As she moves, the blowsfall all over her body. Red stripes appear wherever the cane lands. Karen'swhole body begins to redden, her own nipples tightening and deepening in colourfrom pink to carmine, the pace of her fingers on her clitoris rising. She moansin rhythm with the blows as they fall and her other hand creeps down her bellytowards her vagina.

Dropping the cane, the overseer lifts k by her hair and, throwing her onto the edge of a sudden newly and conveniently present table, unlocks her chastitybelt (it's back!)and vigorously takes her from behind.His weight crushes her breasts against the table, presses her bound hands andarms between their bodies. His fat bulbous cock slides easily into k's slickcunt as Karen plunges the fingers of her other hand into her own vagina, andthe thrusting of the overseer, the rhythm of Karen's moans, and the rubbingof her clitoris bring Karen and slave k to their single climax.

Karen turns on her side, her hands held between her thighs, and dozes sweatily,smiling. The rich purples and blues of the Arabian Nights décor fade;the green lawns beyond the window, the gold of the slave's bra, the red weltson her body follow, and the fantasy has gone.

Mike walks into the room. He shouts, "You lazy little …" He is toopolite to finish the sentence. "I've been hard at it all day but there's nothingdone here. The kitchen's a wreck, those papers are still lying all over thefloor, and the bed isn't even made."

He picks up the book. Karen looks sheepish and tries to find her knickers.He reads satirically from the back of the book cover. "'Her name was takenaway and she was forced to serve as a slave in her new husband's luxurioushome.'

"Have you been playing with yourself all day over this?" He throws the bookat her. It hits her face. "If you were really a slave you'd have to keep thisplace clean and tidy and make my dinner on time at least." He begins to turnto leave the room.

You know, he didn't even hit her, really. She's done nothing butdiddle her little button all day and she's got away with it. He's evenabout to go out and get his own meal. Well, I think I know what to do here.Little Ange can deal with this problem.

Now, I'm going to use the locator to fix this, but this will bea different kind of transition. The locator? It changes things. It's likea pump … or an imagination with teeth. Okay, do you know what asupernova is? No? I think you're just going to have to experience it andunderstand it that way, ducks. Anyway, no-one should be alarmed when thingschange. Okay?

An explosion of light, each colour, each individual wavelength, separatelypresent, but all simultaneous. Then black. And then the colours return: theviolet stab, the blue of Karen's jeans lying on the grubby green carpet, theyellow curtains, Mike's tan suit, the red tee-shirt and Karen's blushing face.

Nothing is different. But …

As Mike turns to leave, Karen licks her lips and says, "Would you like tohave a slave to do those things? And do whatever you want in bed?"

Mike turns back. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I read books like that for a reason, you know. I read them and get nowork done because they're about what I want to be."

"Really? Would I have to hit you all the time?"

"Only if I didn't do as I was told. I'd only need to be afraidthatyou'd hit me. But you could if you wanted to, you'd be in charge."

"I wouldn't know what to do."

Karen picks up the book. "I've got dozens of these. I'll show you the bestones."

I think she's going to persuade him, don't you? Big strapping ladlike him, too. Let's skip forward a bit while they get the details organised,hey? Transition time!

One by one the colours fade away, the blush of Karen's face and upper bodyfading last to black, then the familiar return of the colours in order becomingKaren's kitchen, now spotless, the ingredients for a meal laid out on the worksurface beside the cooker.

Karen rushes in awkwardly. She is still mostly naked. Around her neck islocked a leather collar. She has black leather ankle cuffs linked by a hobblechain making her steps short and precarious as she enters. She also has a verypractical black-and-silver chastity belt, much stricter than slave k's was.This lock clearly locks the waist-belt to the crotch piece. This one will stayput until someone unlocks it. She carries a duster and a bottle of some cleaningspray. She puts them away in a cupboard below the draining board, washes herhands, glances at the clock, and gets on with the cooking.

That task looks a bit mechanical. Let's all look at the rest ofthe house while she does that, shall we?

The rest of the house is spotless too. The lounge is tidy. There is no dustin the hallway; there are no finger marks on the stairs. Upstairs the bed ismade and there are no clothes (or books) lying around. Back downstairs thereis a whippy cane in the umbrella stand.

In the kitchen the meal goes into the oven. Karen looks at the clock againand bustles into the hallway carrying a pair of metal handcuffs. She checksher hair in the mirror, kneels facing the front door, and carefully cuffs herhands behind her back. She waits.

Mike arrives home. Karen blinks realising her naked breasts are briefly visibleto the street outside until he closes the door. He gives her a strict lookreminiscent of the overseer, puts down his briefcase, removes his jacket, andhangs it up. "I hope you've done all your chores right on your first day asa slave." She knows not to answer. Inspecting the hallway, he selects the canefrom the umbrella stand then walks through into the lounge.

Everything he sees is clean and tidy until he looks at the window-ledge.There, he finds a newly-dead late-summer wasp. He considers whether she couldbe held responsible for it, then shrugs and draws the curtains. He bursts backinto the hallway and, grabbing Karen by a nipple, drags her squealing throughto look at the wasp. This is far worse than she imagined; the hobble makesher stumble and she fears a fall might really hurt her.

"Look at that. You call that clean? Is it tidy?"

She swallows, "No, Master." She glances at the cane in his hand. She is frightened.Her nipples tighten. The chastity belt feels uncomfortable.

"Now, what would be a suitable punishment?" he muses. "Count the stripeson the wasp, Karen."

She looks at it. "Two by the wings and six further back."

"Okay, very suitable. Bend over for your six." She bends and he slowly anddeliberately applies six strokes of the cane to her buttocks. After two sheis biting her lip, on the third she cries out, on the fourth she cries tears.On the fifth stroke she loses her balance slightly and, sobbing, forces herselfback into the right position. The sixth stroke, applied, whether deliberatelyor not, directly on the red mark left by an earlier one, leaves her on thefloor sobbing and bawling with pain and humiliation. "Now stand up for thetwo near the wings." She stands slowly, her body heaving with sobs, unsureof what to expect, until she realises she is to have her breasts caned. Herhands, cuffed behind her, cannot help her.

"Please, Master. The wasp wasn't …"

"Silence, slave." She looks at the cane and stops talking. "Stand straight." Sheis resigned, now. He is clearly going to do it. On her first day. The canefalls across her breasts. Briefly, she can see the red lines feel the lengthof the pain. Then floods of tears and sobs wracking her body mean she cannotsee or think of anything else but pain. "Be still." With an effort she stillsher sobbing. The cane lands again. She falls to the floor with a howl.

The descriptor indicates all the places where she hurts. This is far morethan she ever wanted or imagined. But the descriptor also indicates where sheis aroused: her nipples visible tight and erect, her labia puffy and wet andher clitoris engorged inside the chastity belt.

She reaches for his feet kissing his shoes and apologising guiltily for allof her failures. He accepts her apology and lifts her to a standing position.Retrieving her keys from his pocket, he releases her hands and sends her toserve his meal. While he eats, she kneels on the kitchen floor near his feet,humbled, hurting, and needing sex more than she ever imagined possible.

He leaves some of the meal on his plate and puts it on the floor for her.She looks at the food but eating isn't what she wants to do. "Any questions,slave?"

"Please, Master, could Master fuck his slave? She wants to please him inevery way."

"Well, her Master used up a lot of energy beating her for disobedience. Idon't think she deserves any sex. I'm going to watch the match. Maybe you cansuck me later. Eat that and clean up. Then, wait here in the kitchen. Quietly." Hegoes to the lounge to watch the football on television.

Karen weeps as she eats the few scraps he has left her, then washes the dishesand cleans all the surfaces. As the evening draws in she feels cold, rejected,her welts stinging, her breasts and arms goose-pimpled. She is still weepinggently, still ready for sex, as she kneels to wait for him. She can't evenmasturbate now unless he allows her to. This real chastity belt cannot be imaginedaway. Mike, happy with his slave, drowses in front of the post-game show, thenremembers. "Slave. You can come through and suck me now."

She takes no risks and crawls through to the lounge. He has already openedhis fly and his fat cock, half erect, is visible. This is the only way backinto favour. She starts to kiss and lick it, stroking the base of it with herhands. She concentrates on pleasing him, opening her mouth wide and suckingit deep inside, then releasing and starting again. He is smiling, anticipatinga life where this, or better, is how all his evenings end.

Looks like my work is done here. Everybody gets what they want.My guess is she'll have to suck quite a few times before she gets fucked.But she'll enjoy it all the more for having to wait. I'd love to hang aroundand watch him getting some but we have to get on.

Let's see what's next on the list. Envy. Funny word. Only needthe middle two letters, really. Brace yourselves.

The scene fades away; the redness of Mike's cock and in Karen's eyes andlips is the last colour left before blackness and then that sharp violet momentbrings in the blue of a man's suit, dark green armchairs, the brown tints ofcoffee in white cups, a maroon carpet.

This is a luxurious room with several comfortable armchairs, book-lined walls,and racks with newspapers. Two men sit in chairs facing one another. Coffeecups sit on the table between them. The descriptor is becoming easier to use,giving information about them without conscious effort.

Jamie is thirty years old, blond, strong-looking, and determined. His greeneyes match his designer sweater. His expressive hands illustrate his conversationwith easy flowing motions. He shows a great respect for the man he is talkingto, nodding when the other speaks, deferring to the points he makes. Carl isforty-five, stocky, dark-eyed, and dark-haired, with a short carefully tendedbeard and a neat blue suit. He is confident in himself and affable, but witha streak of cruelty about him as if he were somebody else in other company,the savage in society.

"Of course," says Carl, "I don't have the kind of resources you can drawon." Jamie inclines his head in agreement but contrives to suggest with hishands that it doesn't matter to him that Carl is less financially successful. "ButI make sure that there is always sufficient equipment in the playroom." Thereis a glint in Carl's eye as he smiles playfully. "She deserves the best I cangive her, even if she can't match your slave for beauty."

"Lauren is beautiful, isn't she? I'm very lucky she belongs to me. Your Stephanie,though, must be marvellous to have as a slave." Though Jamie is unable to saythat Stephanie is beautiful, he clearly finds her desirable. "Everyone in thelifestyle remarks on her pain tolerance. You are a very lucky man, Carl." Carlgives a feral grin.

The two women arrive in the doorway of the room each carrying bags from severalstores. Lauren is indeed beautiful. She is twenty-eight, petite, and blonde.Her radiant beauty comes from the smile that fills her whole face and the wayshe holds her head to show her elaborate silver collar. Her body is also heldproudly, her full breasts in perfect proportion to her small frame.

Stephanie is thirty-five, taller than Carl and a little thin. Her jaw israther square and her mouth wider than most people's in relation to her face.She is very conscious that her breasts are small and too obviously of differentsizes. She blushes slightly hearing Jamie talking about her, but grins lasciviouslywhen she hears what he has to say. Jamie looks straight at her, his desireblatant. She blushes again. Carl doesn't notice; he is trying not to stareat Lauren.

At this point I don't know why I am here, but this is obviouslyabout these men and their women. Let's have a quick look at what goes on,eh? Might be fun to watch. Recent memories from each of them. Ready?

The clubroom fades into the background and two criss-crossing violet streaksbring us two new scenes with low lighting. A wooden X-cross, a spotlight shiningon its intersection, is the centre-piece of a room filled with pounding rockmusic. The other room is slow to be visible as there is only red light there,falling on red plush cushions. The music here is gentle, like many slow softbells in inevitable never-repeating patterns. Lauren kneels here, naked butfor her silver collar, her hands clasped behind her neck, smiling at a nakedJamie.

Carl, dressed in a loose white open-chested shirt and leather trousers, dragsa naked Stephanie towards the cross. She resists, digging her heels in andstruggling, but cannot prevail against the vicious choke-chain around her neck.Other chains hang from her wrists and ankles.

Jamie orders Lauren to crawl to him. The velvet cushions stroke her handsand legs as she crawls. She is very aroused. Her Master's nudity signals thathe has decided to use her body. Jamie watches her crawling, her deep submissionclear as her proud nature is brought low.

Held captive by the choke-chain, Stephanie submits to be bound to the cross.The chains at her wrists are locked into metal fixings on the upper arms. Carlwraps the choke-chain around the centre of the X and locks it around her waist.As he stoops to attach her ankles to the lower arms, spreading her legs wide,she is beginning to be aroused.

Jamie stands over Lauren and orders her to stroke her own body. She kneelserect and stimulates her breasts and belly, occasionally running her fingersover her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair, watching as Jamie (watching her)comes to an impressive erection. He hasn't yet touched her. She needs him totouch her.

Stephanie struggles in order to confirm her helplessness. Her arms and legsare trapped by the metal cuffs and their attached chains. Trying to move herwaist threatens to tighten the choke-chain at her neck. She is ready to acceptwhatever pain Carl decrees for her. She cannot escape him. Carl knows it. Heselects the warm-up whip, a buggy whip for flicking all over her back and buttocks.He is going to enjoy this.

Ordered to kiss and suck her Master's penis, Lauren lifts one hand and guidesit to her small mouth, kissing it, rolling back the foreskin and kissing thenaked tip, touching the tiny lips at its entrance with her tongue-tip, thenenveloping the head and flicking her tongue over the rim of it. She feels hishand in her hair taking control of her head, of her mind, of her will. Jamieis careful not to push too deeply into her mouth. The feelings are exquisite.She has learned to please him. He knows that her whole life is devoted to learningto please him better.

Stephanie is alternately shouting and trying to breathe through the pain.The flicking goes on and on, every little touch making a new pain to add toall the others that haven't ended yet. Her back and buttocks are on fire. Thebuggy whip feeds the flames. But she knows this is only the starter. She cravesthe main course and tries to find enough breath to beg for it. Carl knows.He hangs up the buggy whip and unfurls the single-tail ready to strike. Heis ready. It's good that she is ready too.

Jamie pulls Lauren's head back releasing his penis. It glistens before hereyes, ready to use her, and she shudders. Jamie, feeling his control of her,picks her up and throws her on her back on the cushions. Diving after her,he pins her down while he enters her and begins to thrust - Flack! Flack! Stephaniescreaming as the whip strikes again and again across her back and buttocks – Lauren'shead rolling as he forces her to give her body for his pleasure – Stephanie'shead rolling with the intensity of the pain. Both women are breathing raggedlyas their senses take over. Carl is getting hard.

Lauren, gulping air, shyly asks her Master to "please do my bottom" and Jamiewithdraws as he folds her legs to her shoulders. Carl feels the heat of Stephanie'swhipped back as he drops his trousers and releases her waist-chain from thecross so he can reach around her hips to brutally grab her cunt-lips and wrenchher body away from the wood to give his cock access to her cunt-hole.

Lauren feels her Master thrusting deep within her rectum and feels she cannotsurvive the pleasure, but holds on for her Master's sake, and Stephanie strugglesagainst the chains holding her limbs and neck, and the cock driving into her,and Jamie feels surrounded, engulfed, overwhelmed by the hot intensity of Lauren'slove, and Carl fucks his slave till they all come.

Two scenes, mostly red anyway, fade very slowly. Eventually, only the twomen sitting in green armchairs and the two women standing in the doorway remain.

I could watch that for days. Still, nothing wrong there I wouldhave thought. There must be something I don't know. I wonder what theyare thinking right now.

The descriptor shows Jamie wishing he had a slave like Carl's: a slave hecould beat, who didn't have a strict no-pain limit in her contract like Lauren.He thinks wistfully of Stephanie being whipped. He has said that Carl is verylucky. He believes it. He hates it.

Carl is consumed by Lauren's beauty. He has never had a slave as perfectto look at as Lauren. Before he gets too old to appreciate it, he wants tobe served by a beautiful slave like young, effortlessly rich, undeserving Jamieis.

So, that's where the problem is. Can't have them going around thinkingbad thoughts like that. I think little Ange can deal with it though. Justa tiny push. Here we go. Another change with the locator. Hold on to your,er …

The universe explodes. Twice. Every separate frequency of light is doubled.Every one is the whole spectrum. Then it all stops and all is black. Slowly,colour by colour, the scene returns.

Nothing is different. But …

"I wonder," says Jamie, tentatively, "whether we could arrange a …" Hishands move back and forth.

"Temporary swap?"

"Or a joint … simultaneous …" The hands interlock. The womenlook at each other apprehensively.

They'll get there eventually. It's all just details to arrange.Give them that little push in the right direction and British men can alwaysovercome their reticence somehow when there's something they want. Let'sskip on to the good bit, eh?

The scene fades to black again. The violet impulse creates a purple caftan,worn by Lauren, a denim shirt and blue jeans for Stephanie, a mustard-yellowpolo shirt for Jamie. Carl is all in black. They are sipping red wine and admiringCarl and Stephanie's playroom. There is a deep red padded bench and the crossfrom before. On the wall opposite the cross there are arrays of hooks and shelvesholding neatly arranged bondage equipment, whips, canes, paddles, and otherdevices for causing pain.

Lauren is frightened by them. Jamie holds her upper arm to stop her retreating.She looks into his eyes and knows he will protect her. Stephanie is showingJamie the range of clamps they have, spring-loaded ones, screw-driven ones,clover clamps, tightened by gravity. Carl is looking at Lauren.

Jamie tells Lauren to undress, takes her glass, and gently pushes her towardsthe centre of the room, then turns to Stephanie and, giving a small gesturewith his hand, glances from the clamps to her breasts to her eyes. Stephanie,used to being forced, takes a moment to realise she is to demonstrate the clampson her nipples. As Stephanie unbuttons her shirt, Carl watches Lauren reachdown with both hands and pull the caftan over her head.

Jamie collects the glasses and puts them on an unoccupied shelf. Stephanie,conscious as ever of her imperfect breasts, attaches the clover clamps to hernipples and demonstrates how pulling the chain connecting them tightens theirgrip. Jamie, fascinated, pulls too, gradually harder until she winces. Carlwalks around the naked Lauren looking at her body from every angle. She isvery aware of all the pain-giving implements on the wall before her and fearstheir owner.

Jamie hangs on to the chain of the nipple-clamps and selects a paddle fromthe equipment wall. Lauren watches as he leads Stephanie towards the paddedbench by her nipples. She must not let her Master down. Carl's hands strokeher buttocks, then reach around her to grip her breasts roughly. Fear is arousingher.

Stephanie, put over Jamie's knee and having her jeans and pants pulled down,watches Carl handling Lauren's body. Lauren feels his lust and strength ashe turns her round and forces her to her knees. Jamie urgently strips off hisshirt and tests the weight of the paddle.

Carl pulls Lauren's head back by her hair until their eyes meet and growls "Getto work." Lauren unfastens his trousers and prepares herself to suck a manother than Jamie for the first time. Stephanie finds Jamie's light paddlingamusing. She kicks her legs girlishly and almost laughs when she feels Jamie'serection growing under her body. Then she sees Lauren take Carl's cock intoher mouth and feels a stab of jealousy that goes straight to her cunt.

Jamie is enjoying hurting Stephanie. He can feel her squirming on his lapand is surprised to feel a wet patch on his thigh. He wants to do more, liftsher off his knee and drags her to the equipment wall. She struggles to kickoff her jeans finally as he picks out a cane and some wrist-cuffs. Carl's animaltaste and smell fill Lauren's awareness as she seeks to please him. Carl feelsthe most exquisite touches on his cock as he watches her face, its smooth perfectioncontrasting with the twisted veins of his erection.

Stephanie feels Jamie's effortless dominance as he tells her to put the cuffson herself and fix them high to one arm of the cross. There is no obvious threatif she disobeys, she is just doing as she is told, and yet she has difficultycontrolling her breathing. Jamie removes the last of his clothes, freeing hisimpressive erection, and swings the cane for the first time. For Carl, thefeelings in his cock are getting better and better, but he doesn't want tocome in Lauren's mouth. He wants to be fucking her beautiful body when he comes.

Lauren's head is pulled away from the heady, primal scent of Carl's crotch.She is dragged by her hair to the bench. She had a respite from the fear whilesucking him but now it comes back with full force. His black clothes make himseem a shadow, a creature of the night, something deep and engulfing. His strengthgives her no hope of resistance. She is thrown over the bench she only associateswith beating and cowers, trying to get away from Carl behind it, scooting aroundtill she can see Jamie caning Stephanie. He is obviously fascinated with thewelts appearing on her skin, and his glistening penis moves rhythmically withthe blows.

Stephanie's head is turned towards the bench looking at Carl's strong, tauterection as Jamie drops the cane and enters her fiercely. Carl recovers controlof Lauren, forces her legs apart and fucks her hard from behind. Lauren squeals,surprised by the heat and force of Carl's fucking. She comes quickly and sharply,feels Carl climaxing deep within her, sees Stephanie's eyes suddenly tearfulwith jealousy as she stiffens and cries out in orgasm while Jamie claws ather breasts and comes with his own cry.

That's the way to do it. Another job well done for little old Ange.I really enjoy this work, and I hope today's demonstration of what I dohas inspired you to consider working for the Exchange. Unfortunately, mydears, that's all the time we have together, so I will have to wish youall farewell while I get on with today's list. Greed? Isn't that wantingmore than you can have?

Purple leaves Lauren's caftan, blue fades out of Stephanie's discarded jeans,yellow from Jamie's shirt, brown from the wooden cross, reds and pinks fromthe dregs of the wine and from four people's flesh. The heat from their bodiescan still briefly be felt until everything fades to black.