It was the next day, they were eating breakfast, and Sarah was still trying to process what she had seen and experienced. In the light of day, it really seemed very farfetched that she had seen a judge’s wife shackled and flogged to ecstasy, much less experienced a milder version of the treatment herself.“It was all real,” Austin reassured her.“You have some secrets, don’t you, mister,” Sarah said playfully. “A whole clan of high-powered kinky pet players hiding in the midst of good and honest working folk.”“The best secrets are the ones out in the open for anyone to find,” Austin replied. “I don’t hide what I am. Neither do the others. We are what we are.”“Judge Robert never showed up to court with Anastasia on a leash,” Sarah pointed out.“He doesn’t need to. He has her under what they call effective voice control,” Austin winked.He was speaking playfully, but what he was saying was probably true. Sarah could not get the image of Anastasia’s naked form out of her head, writhing under the flogger as her husband and master pleasured her with an instrument of discipline.The image stayed with her for much of the day and followed her into her studio, where she found that inspiration was no longer lacking.
