"Now. Since that is decided. We need to deal with your doing personal business on my time. I am not positive I gave you that advice so I will just give you ten lashes. Where do you want them."

"Oh sir. Please give them anywhere you want. You won't even have to tie me. I will get in any position you want."

"I appreciate your cooperation. I will just use a small whip. Take off your clothes and lie on your back on the table."

When he came back from the closet I looked at his hand. It was a small whip! It had several leather thongs just a little bigger than leather boot-strings and staggered from about six to eight inches long. He had me spread my legs till the outside of my thighs were touching the table. Then he had me use my thumbs to pull my pussy lips up against my inner thighs. I was beginning to be sorry I made the offer to take any position because there was no way he could tie me to make my pussy and clitoris so vulnerable.

At the first lash the back of my head hit the table as I arched up and brought my hands over my pussy. He waited for me to settle down and smiled as I opened my legs again and pulled my pussy lips apart whimpering, "I'm sorry. I'll keep it open for you."

He did appreciate my bravery the next lash was not as hard and then they became coming faster to make my excitement peak. The different lengths allowed the fast moving tips to hit the whole face of my pussy. By the eighth or ninth lash I was coming convulsively and screamed.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He kept hitting me till I could no longer stand it and let my hands slide away from my pussy. I was so sensitive I felt the lips close. I felt him spreading them again and braced my self for the lash. Instead of the burning lash I felt his tongue press against my clit. I was in seventh heaven. Somewhere along the line I lost consciousness. When I became aware of my location I looked through the cleavage of my boobs to see him putting salve on my pussy. I don't know where he got that salve. It had Chinese or Japanese writing on it. It worked miracles! My pussy was barely sore. My clitoris was still tingling but I was enjoying that.

He became aware I was awake when I said feebly,

"Thank you sir. Oh thank you."

"You are truly amazing! Do you know I hit you twenty-one times till you moved your hands?

"I am afraid I was much too excited to count."

"Well I am glad you are alright. I have to leave now. When you feel up to it you may go home and pack.

I was exhausted so I just laid back on the table and went to sleep for awhile. When I woke up my clitoris was still tingling a little which kept me aware of it all the way home.

It took more time to sort our junk and decide what to throw away than it did to pack. When the sorting was done we could get everything into three cardboard boxes which we jammed into the back seat and trunk.

It was a good thing he gave me the map. Even with it I missed a couple of little gravel roads that were poorly marked. We finally came to a huge wrought iron gate. It had a sign on it stating,

"TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT THEN PROSECUTED."

I pushed the button on the remote control and the gate slowly opened. It was very impressive. We drove about a mile up the paved driveway through beautiful scenery. We finally came out from behind the trees and saw the house. It was not a house, it was a mansion. It made our governors mansion look cheap. It was a two story glowing white stucco, white marble, and dark stained wood trim. There was a five car garage. Everywhere I looked there were rose and flower gardens with pools. Most of the pools had fountains or waterfalls. We both stood by our car totally awed by our surroundings.

I opened the huge front door with the key he had given me. It swung open easily although it must have weighed hundreds of pounds. We faced a large hall with a curving stairway about forty feet in front of us that led upstairs.

We began to wander around to find a huge formal living room full of heavy carved antique furniture, a dining room that would seat fifty people, a large recreation room with a pool table, a billiard table, a snooker table and a well stocked bar. Adjoining it was a TV room with rows of shelves containing video tapes and the biggest TV I had ever seen. Mindy wanted to see MTV but the system was operated by a computer and we did not know how to work it.

There were bathrooms off every room and the kitchen was all stainless steel with everything you might find in a restaurant. Mindy opened freezers and refrigerators that stocked as much food as you would find in a small grocery store. One refrigerator was full of wine and exported beer.

I was glad I was wearing the dress he had bought me as I felt I fit in with all the other luxuries. I had just been to Cicely's a few days before and looked good. I began to feel sorry for Mindy. Even the new clothes we bought for her looked cheap in these surroundings.

We did not know where we were supposed to stay so we just brought in our boxes and waited in the Recreation room for him.

I drank beer and Mindy had pop while we played pool. Neither of us were good at it so we got bored and sat there sipping our drinks and looking at travel books from all over the world. That reminded me that he did not travel much for someone in his business. When I asked him about it later he explained that he used to travel a lot but now he had agents in several countries who send him video tapes of articles he might be interested in marketing. It was getting late when I got to thinking about how a man as impatient as he was could stand to commute every day to work. It had taken us two hours to get here. That mystery was solved when we heard a loud chopping noise and ran out of the house to see a helicopter settling down on a concrete pad by the garage.

We ran over to him as he started toward us while the blades of the helicopter slowed down to a stop.

"I am glad you found the place alright. This must be Mindy. You were right, soon she will be as lovely as you." Then he frowned slightly as he continued, "At least as soon as we get her some decent clothing. Where did you get those rags?"

Mindy was hurt and embarrassed but brightened considerably as he continued, "We will take her to town with us tomorrow and refit her from head to toe. Are you hungry? There are some cold-cuts and things in the kitchen."

After we had our late snack of meats and exotic cheeses Mr. Marker told us he would show us our rooms. On the way he saw our boxes. He picked up a few items and told us to keep anything of sentimental value and throw out the rest. He never wanted to see us in off the rack clothing.

Our rooms adjoined his huge Master bedroom. Either of our bedrooms were larger than our old apartment. They had a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and the familiar large shower with multiple nozzles. There were huge mirrors in both the baths and bedrooms, a huge dressing room with every cosmetic and perfume I had ever heard of. They both had the computer styled tv. Mr. Marker showed us how to operate the tv,s by picking the satellite we wanted and having a guide for each satellite printed. The tv picked up all the U.S.,Canada,Japanese, and european channels. he explained,

"I have a friend in Tokyo who is an electronic genius. He designed this system for me. A lot of channels, especially the movie and erotic channels are scrambled. This system unscrambles the signals to give us a clear picture. I am sure the CIA would be upset if they knew I could read their signals." He laughed, "The funny part is I wrote the whole thing off my income tax as I watch the shopping channels to make sure my products are properly advertized and to look for new products."

Mindy was ecstatic and had MTV on in minutes. Mr. Marker told us we had all had a long day and should go to bed. I was tired and followed his advice slipping into beautiful silk sheets in the king size bed. I went to sleep immediately but was awakened a little later by tapping on my door. I ran to the door hoping Mr. Marker couldn't sleep and wanted to make love to me. It was Mindy.