I loved watching him when he put on a spectacle, showing off for the crowd, using the floggers, paddles, pinwheels against her buttocks and legs, and then swapping her over onto her back to use the smaller floggers to perform genital torture on her clit and nipples, changing over finally to the weighted nipple clamps and pinwheels to whip her into a sexual frenzy. Kitana loved every minute of it, getting wetter by the minute knowing all eyes were on her, her pleasure and pain, the satisfaction she knew Ramesses derived from it. Feeling the heat of the scene was a new experience for her; having all the different sensations assault her body was something she amazingly welcomed, almost unabashed in her movements. “I think it’s time you two finished things and finally made her Yours, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear as he decided between the pinwheels and the knives to use on Kitana next. “I’ll go get something special for her while You’re in the room.” I got up from my seat and walked to find Amenhotep, who was near the exhibition stage watching two of His girls perform a wax play scene for His entertainment.
