The Story Of Owen: One Man's Submissive Journey - Plot & Excerpts
It was a small stage, really more of a platform, extending only about four feet from the wall. William gave Sylvie the flogger, which had lots of thick, soft leather strands hanging from a braided handle. At the end of the handle there was a round red ball made of glass. Sylvie balanced the whip on her palms a moment and then gripped the handle in her right hand. It was perfectly weighted and beautifully made. “Very nice,” she pronounced. William nodded. “That’s made by Adam Elderkin, one of the most respected whip makers in the world.”“Yes.” Sylvie nodded. “I recognize the crystal ball that is his trademark.”William gestured with his chin in Owen’s direction. “You can secure your boy to the whipping post, or we have chains hanging from that beam there.” He pointed toward the ceiling. “We have extra cuffs if you didn’t bring your own.”“That’s all right,” Sylvie replied. “My boy won’t need any restraints. He’s very well trained.” She smiled toward Owen, wondering how he felt to be called her boy in public.
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