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that thing – that euphoric rush of "wow
factor" that was so elemental in a real love affair? Because that was what
she was looking for, idiot that she was. Ron was the perfect match for her;
they laughed at the same jokes, chatted together happily, had compatible tastes
sexually, and very similar personalities. So why couldn’t her stupid heart just
be practical and fall in love with him?
    "Never mind," Ron said. "I'll grow on you.
Want to play tonight though? I think you've been through everyone else around
here."
    She laughed. "Not everyone. And anyway, you're one
to talk." She put her hands out for him to bind her wrists and stood up.
"Sure. Let's go see what you got, big boy," she said with a sexy lilt
to her voice, part jest, part genuine sexual interest. "Oh, but hey, can
we go by and check out Father John first? He's apparently beating the crap out
of a couple of subs tonight, and I want to watch for a bit. The man is really
creative in his tortures."
    "Would you want anyone to get that creative with
you?"
    "Hell no!"
    Utterly in tune with each other, they both laughed and
wandered off to watch Father John at work.

6. The Scene
    Kelly strode side by side with Master Ron, he holding her
wrists in one firm hand. When she passed a woman who had an intricate
scarification of the Virgin Mary that covered her entire, fully exposed back,
Kelly paused, stunned. Ron perforce paused too, and they both stared at the
woman's receding figure as she continued walking.
    "Wow," she said.
    "Yep," Master Ron added. "That's some
serious artwork right there.
    "Quite beautiful, but soooo not for me," Kelly
added and Ron agreed wholeheartedly.
    They sped up trying to watch Father John's scene, but the
crowd was too thick behind the roped off area. Ron jumped up on to a coffee
table and pulled Kelly up after him. It was solidly built like something from a
peasant's hut in the twelve-hundreds, six inches thick with six inch thick
table ends rather than legs.
    "Man, they have to do something about this,"
Kelly said. "Everyone likes to watch that man during a scene."
    But then they saw the wide wall screen right over past
the bar, where a number of others had collected, all drinking up while watching
the event. Father John's efforts were being projected upon the big screen.
    "Now that's more like it," Ron said and hopped
down, picking her up by the waist and setting her down beside him.
    "That's new," she said. "Excellent."
They walked together, and Kelly and Ron met up with another Sub/Dom couple
staring at the scene on the big screen.
    Kelly looked imploringly at Master Ron. It violated a
number of taboos for a sub to talk any old time she wanted, either to another
Dom or to his sub. This was a trial to Kelly who was a bit of a social
butterfly. However, having made mistakes previously, she had learned her
lesson. While still a little unsure of the correct way to do things, now she
simply tended to keep her mouth shut and let her Dom talk for her.
    Ron smiled at her, knowing exactly what she wanted. He
said to the Dom, "We've missed it – what's happened so far?
    The Dom had his arm around his sub, idly caressing one
breast, and occasionally pulling her nipple ring. "Well, he's finished
with the woman. She's out back - her own Dom is attending to after care. Master
John was showing him a few tricks. I think she must have been allowed to climax
four or five times, the last when that bullwhip of his managed to flick right
on the woman's clit."
    "Honestly? Her clit? Ouch," Ron said.
    "I swear, I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn't
seen it with my own eyes. He talked to her first, and no one knows what he
said, but she was up for it. The woman's body jerked like she had been hit with
a hundred and twenty volts, and she screamed like she was on fire, but I
couldn't see the color of her eyes any longer – they were that dilated. Her
hips pumped like a piston, so hard and fast when she came – it looked like she
was on amphetamines. Yep,