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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.

If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!





"A Matter of Class PT3"



By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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Copyright (c) 2002 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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"A Matter of Class PT3" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



One day, Allison had promised to meet with two of her girlfriends in New
York City to explore some fashion boutiques.  After visiting the Prada and
Max Mara stores, she feigned a headache, declined dinner, and said that she
was going home to Greenwich.



Instead, she retrieved her car from the parking garage and drove downtown, a
particular address burning a hole in her pocketbook.



While websurfing on her computer she had located a group of fetish shops in
NYC, and she thought that they might be more exciting to visit than just
couture shops - which she had promised Mistress Stephanie that she wouldn't
be buying from anyway!



She found a parking garage in the neighborhood and parked the car, then
proceeded to walk.  It was a nice bright sunny day in Manhattan, perfect for
shopping.  Allison wasn't sure what the store would contain, or what she
might purchase - but it would certainly be different that just normal
clothing!



Locating one of the shops behind a metal railing, she had to press a buzzer
to get in - and the first thing she noted when she was inside was the
overpowering scent of PVC and rubber!  Her knees suddenly went weak, and she
was afraid that her panties were already wet with excitement.



"Can I help you?" asked the rail thin man behind the counter, dressed in
black.



"This is my first time here.  I'm just going to look around," Allison
replied.



"Since this is your first time, ask me if you want to try on anything."



"Sure," Allison answered.



She walked in the aisles of the tightly packed store, marveling at seeing
the actual garments that she had seen in porn films.  Collars; bracelets;
riding crops; paddles; it was obvious where Mistress Stephanie had equipped
her Dungeon.



Allison removed a shiny black PVC Catsuit from the rack, and found that it
was her size.  She wondered how she was going to look wearing it!



"Dressing room is in the back," said the man.



Glad that she was the only customer in the store, Allison walked into the
back and closed the curtain.  She quickly removed her modest heels, blouse,
and skirt.  She opened all the zippers in the Catsuit, stepped into it, and
pulled up the main zipper up the front of her body.  She next closed the
sleeves and ankles, and then admired herself in the full length mirror.



"Wow!" Allison said aloud to herself.



The PVC Catsuit covered every part of her figure, yet clung to her like a
second skin.  She put on her heels, and pulled the curtain back, wanting to
see herself in the three mirrors outside.  She posed in front of the
mirrors, admiring herself.



"Do you like it?" the clerk asked.



"Yes, very much."



"We have one sleeveless as well, want to try it?"



"Yes!"



The sleeveless Catsuit was equally flattering to her figure, and Allison
decided to buy them both!  Stephanie had told her that she was forbidden to
buy expensive couture clothing, but the Dominatrix had said nothing about
buying fetish wear!



Still wearing the second Catsuit, Allison continued to peruse the store's
stock, and also purchased a flogger (one with broad leather strands); a
riding crop; a paddle, a dildo harness (just like the one that Mistress
Stephanie had); handcuffs and leg shackles; some shoes; boots; and two gags.



After the clerk had packed and rung up her hefty purchase, Allison paid by
credit card, and didn't even flinch at the final amount.



"Would you like me to call a cab?" The clerk asked.



"No thank you, my car is just around the corner," Allison answered as she
struggled with her purchases exiting the shop.



Once she had retrieved the Toyota (glad that she had left the Jaguar home)
Allison imagined all of the fun that she was going to have!  Now that she
had bought toys to entertain herself!





Allison stood in front of her mirror, wearing the sleeveless PVC Catsuit,
matching knee high boots, and she held the riding crop in hand, bending it
with her fingers.  She imagined that she was a Mistress about to discipline
an unruly female slave, and after striping her flesh, would take the girl to
bed and show her both pleasure and pain!



'Mistress Stephanie has trained me well,' Allison thought to herself, 'I can
't seem to think of anything else but her lovely PVC clad body, her crop,
and her breasts and pussy.'



Allison could not believe how much influence the Mistress had over her, but
everything had been for the good!  The annoying paparazzi were long gone,
chasing after some other celebrity.  That had allowed her the freedom to go
to the Fetish Shop - and nearly buy out the store!  She no longer drank to
excess either - Stephanie kept her busy reading one book after another every
week.  If she didn't do her "homework" the penalties were severe - a paddled
bottom so bad that she couldn't sit down for days!  Or worse!



Mistress Stephanie had certainly given her some "discipline" in life,
thought Allison.  She was no longer the wild partying drunken heiress
wasting her life away.  Now she was a secretive submissive obeying the
commands of her Mistress - and enjoying herself completely.



Allison then removed the boots and catsuit, storing them carefully in her
closet.  She then collared and braceleted herself, and locked the heels on
her feet that Stephanie had given her.  She picked up the flogger, enjoying
the feeling of the leather strands on her fingers.



Standing naked in front of the bedroom mirror, she raised her left arm, and
then used the flogger with her right arm, the strands impacting on her back.



"Now that feels good!" Allison said to herself.



She did it again, and then again, flogging herself in front of the mirror,
imagining that she was naked and chained in Stephanie's Dungeon being
flogged.



Allison then began to flog herself with her left hand on a different part of
her back.  She tried to strike herself as hard as she could - she wanted to
feel the sting of leather on her flesh!





"Who else has been flogging you?" Stephanie demanded coolly, and with little
emotion.



Allison was naked, a collar around her neck, and her wrists and ankles in
their familiar bracelets.  She was kneeling in Stephanie's Dungeon, with her
arms locked behind her back, and her ankles locked together as well.
Camille stood next to Allison, holding a chain that was attached to her
collar.



Mistress Stephanie was wearing a PVC type "Domme" dress that Allison had
seen in the shop, one that covered yet showed off her attractive body; along
with a matching pair of heels, she simply looked every part the skilled
Dominatix!



When Allison had come to Stephanie's house for her weekly session with her
Mistress, Camille had quickly noticed the marks on her back.  She handcuffed
Allison when she left to speak to Stephanie, and after being outfitted she
was quickly brought to the basement Dungeon, instead of receiving her usual
bath first.



Stephanie was seated in a throne like chair, and Allison was forced to her
knees in front of her Mistress.  Camille then locked her wrists and ankles,
and stood silently holding her leash.



"Well?" Stephanie demanded.



"Nobody else, Mistress," Allison answered.



"Those are fresh marks from a flogger on your back, and I didn't put them
there.  The last time that I used you, it was with a paddle on your bottom,
and a riding crop between your legs.  I keep records of how I use my
submissives, Allison, in order to keep track of a slave's training.  So I
know that I haven't flogged your back recently - so who did?"



"I am not seeing any other Dominatrix, Mistress Stephanie."



"You're still not answering my question, Allison.  Now I have two
alternatives here - I can either best the answer out of you, or send you
upstairs to dress and never see you again.  When you began in my service I
told you that slaves have no secrets from their Domme - and that still
holds.  So answer the question, or do I have to pinch your nipples until you
cry out?"



"I'm sorry Mistress - I bought a flogger, in addition to some other toys at
a sex shop in Manhattan - and I flogged myself," Allison explained.



"Now we're getting somewhere," Stephanie said as she sat back in her throne,
"just what did you buy?"



"I bought two Catsuits; shoes and boots; a flogger; a crop; and two gags,
Mistress.  I've been fantasizing being both a Mistress - and a slave!"
Allison answered.



"Really, that's very interesting.  I had no idea that you were so devoted to
submission."



"I was in the city with some friends, and looking at designer clothes got
boring - besides you forbade me to buy any more.  So I went downtown to a
fetish shop, and went on a shopping spree.  You didn't forbid me from going
to such a place, Mistress."



"That's true," Stephanie answered.



"I didn't mean to disobey you, Mistress.  I just wanted to experience more
things."



"Including wearing a Domme's outfit?"



"Yes, Mistress," Allison answered.



"It's my own fault for not ordering you to stay out of fetish shops - in the
future I'll have to order new submissives not to buy any bondage items
without my express permission.  And you also flogged yourself?"



"Hard as I could, Mistress," Allison replied.



"I can see that," Stephanie observed, "you enjoy being punished so much?"



"Yes, Mistress," Allison answered.



Stephanie got to her feet, walked over to her rack of devices, and hung the
riding crop back in its usual place.  She then removed a whip, and coiled in
her right hand.  Clicking her heels on the stone floor, she walked back to
Allison, then placed the handle under her chin, indicating that the girl
should lift her head and look directly at her Mistress.



"Do you know what this is?"  Stephanie asked.



"It's a whip, Mistress."



"Have I ever whipped you as yet?"



"No, Mistress."



"The whip is a truly fearsome device, Allison.  Only an experienced Mistress
such as myself is qualified to use it, lest I damage you.  Used incorrectly,
the whip can break your skin and make you bleed, and do real harm.  Do you
understand?"



"Yes.yes, Mistress," Allison carefully answered.



"For your impudence in buying bondage gear without consulting with me first,
your punishment tonight will be the whip.  I'm going to make you scream,
Allison, and hurt you like you've never imagined possible.  Do you consent?
Or else you will never see me again," Stephanie threatened.



"I consent, Mistress," Allison quickly replied.



"You consent to the whip, even though I shall truly hurt you?"



"Yes, Mistress."



"Kiss the whip," Stephanie ordered.



Allison complied, her lips caressing the whip as if they belonged to a
lover.



"Before you're whipped, I think that a little contrition is in order.  Do
you remember the horse?" Stephanie asked.



"Yes, Mistress," Allison answered.



"I believe that a few hours of your weight resting on your sex will place
you in the proper mood before I whip you.  Camille, see to it, please!"
Stephanie ordered.





Some weeks earlier, Stephanie had placed Allison in a dildo harness.  She
had moaned when the belt had been drawn up between her legs, and the phallus
inserted into her sex.  After that, every step that she took could only be
described as erotic agony.  Every motion of her body resulted in the phallus
frictioning itself against her vagina muscles, which had insisted in
clamping themselves around the invader.  For a good part of an evening,
Allison had endured one orgasm after another as the dildo was locked into
her sex.



It had merely been just one more weapon in Stephanie's arsenal, and Allison
knew that one-day she would be corseted - and a rack sat menacingly in the
second Dungeon.  So Allison knew that Mistress Stephanie had many more tools
at her disposal that could inflict pain and pleasure on her slaves.



But Allison had never thought of this!



The "Horse" was two large pieces of sturdy wood, joined at the edge, in the
shape of a large capital "A".  Allison was riding the "Horse" as if it was a
real one, except that her entire weight was resting on a small piece of bare
wood.  Her hands were locked behind her back, and her ankles were chained to
the Horse.  Until released, she would remain on the Horse.



At first, she thought, it was not bad, and that she could easily endure it.
Unlike being punished with a crop, this was a different sort of punishment
completely!



It hadn't taken but a few minutes before Allison realized just what sort of
slow agony that the horse could inflict!  She pulled at her chains without
effect, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere!



"How are you feeling?" asked Stephanie, when she appeared after what seemed
like hours.



"I hurt, Mistress," Allison answered.



"That's what you're supposed to do, silly," chided Stephanie, "now in the
future, you'll be gagged while on the horse, perhaps nipple clamps, and I
can even make you sit on a dildo as well.  So there are many additional
torments that I can do while you're riding."



"Yes.yes, Mistress."



"After a few hours of riding the horse, I'm sure that you'll be one contrite
young woman - eager to be whipped.  Anything to get off the horse!"



"Yes, Mistress."



"Now you won't be alone, either Camille or myself will always be close by.
So just be a good girl - and you'll be rewarded!



"Yes, Mistress," Allison replied, and she watched as Stephanie turned on her
heels and walked away, leaving Allison to her fate.



If there was any worse form of agony, then after a short time, then Allison
could not conceive of it.  Bound on the Horse, her entire weight resting on
her sex, she quickly regretted the impulse that has sent her to the fetish
shop.  But most of all, she replayed in her mind when she had picked up the
flogger, and had began to use in on herself!



What had possessed her to buy anything related to bondage?  Prior to
Mistress Stephanie, all that she had owned was a vibrator.  Then Stephanie
had given her the Maid's uniform, which Allison had discovered that she
secretly got quite a thrill to wear, along with a pair of locking heels -
which she also enjoyed wearing!



Her own common sense should have warned her that anything in a fetish shop
was the province of Mistress Stephanie.  After all, Stephanie had told her
that she was now owned by the Mistress, and had given her shopping
instructions - even down to the make of underwear that she was allowed.



Yet she had gone into a fetish shop, dressed like a Mistress, and had bought
a few toys.  Then she had gone home, and flogged herself!  She had enjoyed
the weight and feel of the flogger in her hands, the supple leather that
could bring such feeling when it struck her nakedness.



"Aaaaaaah!" she moaned when she shifted slightly.



Allison didn't know what hurt more.  Staying still, or trying to move!  Both
brought agonies to her pained sex!



As if to taunt Allison, Stephanie had placed a small easel stand in front of
her, one that contained a riding crop, flogger, and paddle, plus a coiled
whip.  All of the instruments so far that had been or were going to be used
on her!  Off to one side was a mirror, so that Allison could see a
reflection of herself in agony on the Horse!



How long would she remain here?  Without a clock, or even the sun's rays,
she could not measure the passage of time.  For Allison, her entire world
had shrunk to that of the Horse, and her poor pussy!



A slave, Allison quickly realized, is at the mercy of her Mistress.  For
once Allison had shed her clothes and accepted the collar, she had given up
all rights - except her safeword - to her body.



She pulled at her wrist bracelets, but the leather and steel were unyielding
to her futile efforts.  What possible effect could naked flesh have against
the bonds that held her?



"Oooooh!"



Truth was that Allison was bound to Stephanie with something far stronger
than steel.  Her bondage and servitude; plus Stephanie taking her to bed had
resulted in Allison actually loving her Mistress.



It was, she thought, a strange form of love.  One expressed with pain and
pleasure, kisses and the lash, and invasions of her sex by dildos and the
crop!



So all Allison could do was to wait out her sentence, glad that she had not
been gagged.  Her only companions being the easel that contained the
instruments of her torment, and the mirror that reflected her pained image
back to her.





"Would you like to be released?" Stephanie suddenly asked, startling Allison
out of her agony.



"Yes.yes, please, Mistress?" Allison begged.



"You know the penalty - you are to be whipped for your impudence - you know
that as your Mistress, I own your body."



"Yes, Mistress.  I'm sorry that I bought the fetish clothes without asking
you first, and I shouldn't have flogged myself either."



"You're learning, Allison.  Once you have been released, you can, of course
leave.  But then you would never see me again."



"No, Mistress.  Please whip me?"  Allison begged.



"Be careful what you ask for, Allison, especially from a Dominatrix."



"Yes, Mistress."



"Camille," Stephanie ordered, "hang her from the ceiling chain, spreader
bars for both her wrists and ankles - I want every part of her naked body
accessible to me - and the whip."



"Yes, Mistress."



Stephanie waited patiently as her orders were obeyed, her hands holding the
coiled whip as if it were a snake.  She tapped the handle against her palm,
and sat down in her throne as Allison was hung in chains.



Camille attached spreader bars to Allison's wrists and ankles, then locked
the wrist bar to the ceiling chain.  Activating a switch, a motor soon drew
Allison taut, with her feet just touching the floor.



Allison glanced at herself in the mirror - bound naked in the shape of an
 "X"; hung from the ceiling, she had never felt so vulnerable in her life.
She was totally naked and exposed to whatever Mistress Stephanie would
inflict on her - tonight the whip, which she inflicted on herself!



"Allison is ready for you, Mistress Stephanie," Camille announced!



"Thank you, Camille."



Stephanie got to her feet, and walked over to Allison, hanging helpless in
her chains.



"You're welcome, Mistress."



"Tell me, Allison, have you ever spoken to Camille?  In the bath perhaps, or
when she was preparing you for a session?"



"No, Mistress."



"Has she told you of our history together?"



"No, Mistress.  I had just assumed that she was both your maid and slave
together," Allison answered.



"Actually, Camille was hired as just my regular maid and cook; and I took
pains to see that she wasn't home when I did a session.  Then one day, I got
my schedules mixed - and Camille came in by accident during a session with a
slave.  Rather than flee in disgust, she asked to be trained as a slave to
assist me, and has been a loyal servant and companion for many years."



"That's very interesting, Mistress."



"I bring this up to demonstrate the bonds that form between a Mistress and
her submissives - do you understand?"



"Yes, Mistress."



"Good - now kiss the whip!"



Allison's lips touched the instrument that was about to hurt her more than
ever before, yet she caressed it tenderly as though it were her fondest and
deepest love.  Totally helpless and exposed to the lash, she nevertheless
felt a strange sort of expectation.  That she was now going to undergo a
special sort of trial, and one that she was determined not to fail.  She
resolved not to use her safeword, no matter how much agony that she was in!



Stephanie stood back a few steps and let the coils of the whip uncurl to the
floor.  All that Allison could hear was the pounding of her own heart in her
chest, and her blood thundering in her ears.



"You do not have to count the strokes, and may call your safeword at any
time," Stephanie instructed her bound captive.



"Yes, Mistress."



Crack!



The first stroke with the whip seemed to echo through the Dungeon, and the
leather wrapped itself around Allison's body, the tip ending up on her
belly.  Allison had been expecting some horrible stroke that would rent her
flesh and make her scream, yet she had endured much worse from the crop!



Crack!



Allison tensed in her bonds, hearing the clink of chain and her indrawn
breath.  Again, it was far milder than she had imagined!



Crack!



Stephanie circled around Allison, moving a few steps each time to deliver a
new and potent stroke to her slave's naked body.



Crack!



Allison thought that Mistress Stephanie was like a skilled surgeon, using
the whip as a precision instrument that was designed to inflict pain, but
not harm.



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



As Stephanie continued her relentless whipping, Allison could detect that
each stroke was a little stronger than the last!  Having introduced Allison
to the lash, now she was gradually increasing the effect of the lash!  Her
true punishment was beginning!



"How are you feeling, Allison?" Stephanie asked.



"Fine, Mistress, thank you," Allison answered.



Allison thought that if six months earlier someone had told her that she
would have given up on her wild and carefree lifestyle in order to be hung
naked from the ceiling and be whipped by a Dominatrix, she would have told
them that they were crazy!  Now Allison wondered if she wasn't crazy
herself!



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



Three strokes had landed on her breasts, and all that Allison did was moan.
In actuality, what she wanted to do was scream in agony, but she hung
quietly as each stroke left a mark on her nakedness.



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



Another stroke managed to land between her legs, into the cleft of her sex.
Allison wondered how Mistress Stephanie could possibly aim the whip with
such precision!



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



It seemed as if Allison had been whipped forever, and that her agony would
never cease.  Naked and exposed, her body totally vulnerable to the lash,
she had committed the final folly in her life.  Had her desires finally
resulted in her downfall?



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



Allison stole a look at Mistress Stephanie.  For the first time she wondered
what had possessed a woman to become a Dominatrix?



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



The whip would coil itself around Allison's body like a snake, and then the
tip would strike her, leaving a mark behind indicating its passage.



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



"Would you like to see yourself?" Stephanie asked.



"Yes, Mistress."



Camille then wheeled over a mirror, and Allison then saw herself naked,
drawn in the shape of an "X", sweating profusely, and her body covered in
red marks.  She realized that she was nothing more than a whipped slave, who
desired nothing more than to be punished further.



"Thank you, Mistress.  Please continue?" Allison asked.



"You want to be whipped more?"



"Yes, Mistress."



Stephanie weighed Allison's right breast in her hands, squeezing it in her
fingers, making Allison moan with desire.  Then her hand slipped further
down to between her thighs, and two fingers were inserted into Allison's wet
sex.



"What do you desire more, Allison - my whip or my rubber cock?" Stephanie
demanded.



"Both, Mistress," Allison answered, "I'm yours - totally!"



"Kiss the whip, slave," Stephanie ordered.



"Yes, Mistress."



"Camille, you may give her a bath, then chain her in a bedroom, her hands to
her collar so she doesn't satisfy herself.  I'll be in and see her later."



"Yes, Mistress," Camille answered.





At the conclusion of her session, Allison imagined that she would again be
chained in Stephanie's bedroom, and that she would again be made to service
her Mistress sexually.  After the ordeal of the whip, she thought that
Mistress Stephanie would hold and console her, and compliment her for her
bravery in taking the lash.



Instead, she had been disappointed when Stephanie had given orders that she
be bathed, and then chained in a bedroom.



She lay naked in a well-furnished bedroom, with her hands locked to her
collar.  Camille had tended to her needs, and Allison discovered that the
whip had not harmed her - indeed her skin had not been broken once.



However, her body now screamed for sexual release!  With her hands locked to
her collar, she could relieve herself, and all she could do was to grind her
legs together in frustration.



"Good evening, Allison," said Stephanie, as she entered the bedroom.



"Good evening, Mistress."



"How do you feel?  Are you hurt?"



"I'm fine, Mistress.  You did not hurt me with the whip, but I am hurt
otherwise."



"Please explain."



"Mistress, I thought that after such a session that you would take me to bed
and make tender love to me as you did before," Allison answered.



"Allison, when you are a slave, you must understand that I can do whatever I
want with your body.  That includes both being punished, and making love
afterwards.  Every time that I discipline you will not automatically lead to
us having sex - in fact it will usually mean your being chained naked on the
floor next to me; or else as you are now."



"Then you don't love me?" Allison asked.



"On the contrary, I love you very much.  Also I know what you were very
courageous under the whip, and very scared.  I thought that you were going
to either use your safeword or scream in pain, but you did neither.  I'm
very proud of you, Allison."



"Thank you, Mistress," Allison answered.



"You have learned many things in the last few weeks, but there is so much
more to learn as well.  Allison, you are a loyal and devoted slave, and you
shall be rewarded - both with the lash and between your thighs.  I have not
even gagged you as yet, nor used nipple clamps - two items that will have an
immense impact on you.  But you must be patient, darling."



"I think that I understand, Mistress."



Stephanie placed a light cover over Allison's naked body, and then kissed
her tenderly on the lips.



"Tonight I shall not take you to bed, Allison.  But there will be many other
times that I will, and you shall feel my rubber cock between your thighs as
well as my lash - that is a promise."



"Thank you, Mistress."



"Now get some sleep, and if you need anything, use the bell pull and Camille
will be here quickly."



"Yes, Mistress," Allison answered.



Stephanie closed the door and shut the lights, and the only illumination in
the room was from the full moon outside and the digital clock on the
dresser.



Allison quickly drifted off to sleep, imaging that Stephanie was making love
to her as before.





EPILOGUE - One Year Later



"Craig Barrow to see you Mistress," announced Camille.



Craig Barrow was a member of a long and distinguished family in American
history that stretched back generations.  His law firm represented some of
the best; oldest; and most important families in the United States.  That
included both the successes - and the failures.  However, sometimes a unique
solution was called for; and in that situation, Mistress Stephanie was
called for.



"Thank you, Camille," Stephanie answered from behind her desk.



Camille escorted Craig into the Library, and he didn't betray any surprise
to see that his hostess was wearing a PVC Catsuit.



"Camille, we can be alone," Stephanie said to her conventionally dressed
Maid.



"Yes, Mistress."



Craig walked across the carpeted floor, past the leather footstool, and
shook Stephanie's hand when it was offered.



"Please have a seat.  Drink?" Stephanie offered.



"Yes, thank you," Craig replied as he seated himself in front of Stephanie's
wooden desk.



Stephanie walked over to a small bar, placed ice cubes into two glasses,
then poured bourbon into both.  Picking one up, she walked to her guest,
handing him one, then seated herself back in her leather chair.



"Cheers," she said.



"Cheers," Craig answered.



They both took healthy swallows from their glasses, and eyed each other
silently.



"What can I do for you today?" Stephanie questioned.



"Before we discuss business - I thought that you didn't wear Fetish clothes
except when you're doing a scene?" Craig asked.



"I just thought that I would give an old friend a treat, that's all.  Unless
you'd rather see me in a dress," Stephanie offered.



"No, the Catsuit is very attractive on you."



"Thank you," Stephanie answered.



"I also thought that you didn't drink in the afternoons either."



"My clients have all canceled - one is sick, the second had a family
emergency.  So I'm all alone for the afternoon and evening."



"I see, so how is Allison Robbins doing?" Craig asked, finally getting down
to business.



"Just fine," Stephanie replied.



"Fine is an understatement," Craig began, "she now longer drinks and drives,
or hangs out with the fast set.  She now lives responsibly, works, and is
planning to go to graduate school at Columbia.  You've turned around a girl
who was headed towards self-destruction, and given her direction in her
life."



"Surely you mean discipline, don't you?" Stephanie offered.



"Yes," he smiled, "its just a pity that more of the upper classes don't take
advantage of your services to give their children some discipline."



"Craig, you know that I can only have an effect on women who desire and are
attracted to my services - else it would just be a beating."



"Too bad," Craig answered, "how is Allison in bed and under the lash?"



"Now Craig, I know that as a lawyer you can't talk about your client's
private information.  In my own way, I'm a similar professional also - that
information is strictly private.  What transpires between me and my
submissives in this house shall remain secret - that is my bond with my
slaves - and shall forever remain so."



"Too bad, I'm sure that it would be very interesting to watch."



"I'll give you a few videotape titles to watch of commercial porn,"
Stephanie offered.



"Thank you."



"Do have the afternoon off?" Stephanie asked.



"As a matter of fact, yes.  It's not easy being a lawyer to many of the
countries richest and oldest families, but I do have the rest of the day
off.  Why?"



Stephanie rose from her chair, walked over, and kissed him on the lips, and
he placed his hands on her PVC covered body.



"Hey!  I thought you only made love to women?" he asked.



"Have you forgotten that I was married for many years?"



"I'm sorry," he answered, "I forgot."



She kissed him again, and he inhaled the aroma of her PVC clad body, and
clasped her to his.



"In case you haven't noticed - you're being seduced!" said Stephanie.



"I've noticed," he answered.



"Good.  I hope that you're as good in bed as you are a lawyer - else I have
two Dungeons full of toys designed to make you satisfy me!"



THE END of "A Matter of Class"

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