“If I picked up a whip and started hitting you with it, yes, that would be abuse, and it would hurt.” Master Z took the whip from her hand. “You’re saying she didn’t really want to be saved? She - but look at her back she’s all red.” Furthermore, each sub has what we call a safe word, a word to use if they get too frightened or the pain is past what they can stand. “A scene is planned in advance, Jessica, and much anticipated. “I’m sorry for that, and even sorrier that you will be punished for what you thought was a good deed.” “Did you actually read any of the rules that you signed?” “I know you are.” Master Z turned back to her, his brows together in a frown. We been together three years, and she’s only used it twice. “What is your sub’s safe word?” Sir asked the bully. No one was doing anything.” Feeling like a child called on the carpet, she held out the whip. “She was screaming and yelling, ‘Stop, stop,’ and he was whipping her. Master’s Z’s gaze turned to her and she winced at the grim look in his eyes. “It’s almost funny, but still, she ruined our scene.” “We were in the middle of a scene, and this crazy woman comes roaring out of the crowd, screaming, grabs my whip, and damned if she didn’t punch me.” Rubbing his reddened chin, the man’s lips curved a little. Everyone turned as Sir strode into the roped-off area. The man halted, and Jessica sucked in a relieved breath. His eyes were maddened his fist rose as he stepped forward. She backed up a step, her heart hammering against her ribs. The brief thrill disappeared as he slowly got to his feet. Aside from karate classes in college, she’d never hit anyone. Jessica punched him right in the face, knocking him down, shocking herself. A lot of people were milling around in there, and the noises made Jessica’s stomach twist: screams, the sound of a whip, begging. Ah, some of the flickering wall sconces had red-tinted bulbs.Īt the end of the room, open double doors led into a wide hallway. The farther she got from the entrance, the more the lighting changed, growing ominous. The woman in a black catsuit was telling the other, “Your safe word is banana. She passed two women talking together on a couch.

Hurrying past, she could only think, These people are crazy. No, she didn’t want to watch this - no way.

Completely appalled, Jessica stared for a moment, pulling her legs together in reaction. This time the shackled person was a male whose female boss was whipping him in horrible places. At one of the well-lit stations, a person was tied on what must be that St.

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