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that little sub came hard, just like a runaway
train."
    Kelly's eyes widened and she and Ron exchanged a look.
    Trains again! Kelly
thought, curbing an impulse to giggle.
    While Ron obviously attempted to maintain composed
features in front of the other Dom, she could see his eyes were dancing with
amusement. "Really?" Master Ron asked. "Like a train you
say?" he added, encouraging the man with a tongue in cheek smirk.
    Hiding her smile with a hand over her mouth, Kelly looked
down to stop herself from laughing out loud. She faked a little cough, and
glanced up to see Master Ron was also holding back laughter. Why couldn't she
just fall in love with Ron? He was such fun. Why must she have this impossible
attraction to a serious, dark, super scary guy like John Taylor?
    "Oh yeah," the Dom continued speaking,
"but she had been flying in the zone for some time anyway. That's one
experience she'll never forget. "
    "What about this guy he's working on now?" Ron
asked.
    "Oh, you arrived just in time for the finale."
    Ron studied the screen. "How can you tell?"
    The Dom laughed. "This isn't my first party, you
know. Father John had this male sub on the X frame for some time, and now he
has him in classic stappado bondage. No one can manage that sort of binding for
long, especially while being tormented."
    Kelly watched the Dom's shorter sub grin up at him, and
he ruffled her short, bright, bottle red hair in response. It was a
companionable moment between them. Kelly thought they both had that natural
spontaneous response to the tormented comment, and smiled. His sub was probably
looking forward to experiencing a bit of sensual torture herself.
    "This is the finale," the Dom said.
"Father put him there because he's almost ready to reach the pinnacle of
his scene."
    Damn, Kelly thought. It's
almost over. She stared over at the big screen and her eyes locked on
Father John. He was faced away from her, and Kelly was treated to a view of him
from behind, his powerful shoulders, tight ass and muscular frame.
    Yowza. OMG that man is so hot! But even more sizzling and
intense when working a scene. Kelly wondered what
it would be like to have all John Taylor's attention focused on her. A
thrill of delicious fear and sexual need rolled over her. That thought alone
almost had her panting, and caused a flood of pooling heat low in her belly and
between her legs.

7. Angelic Smile
    Kelly saw that Father John's sub's arms were bound behind
his back.
    A rope ran from his full forearm wrist cuffs to a securing
point on the ceiling. The man's arms were lifted until he had been forced to bend
forward. A spreader bar kept his wide legs apart, and a huge vibrating butt
plug completed the picture. Kelly knew this agonizing effect was called
strappado bondage. The position was torturous in itself. It would be an
interesting balancing act. The man's cock was huge and dripping – usually he
would be wearing a condom but management probably thought it made a better show
without one. How the man had been able to prevent himself from climax was
anybody's guess.
    Kelly studied the scene intently. Numerous objects were
carelessly thrown around on the floor nearby, paddles, floggers of different
shapes and sized, canes and riding crops. Man, Father John must have been really
riled up because this guy was getting the works. He had vivid red welts pretty
well all over, and many of those clearly from the attentions of the bullwhip.
Sweat was dripping from the man, and he was breathing heavily, his upper torso
rising and falling with each breath. Yet a close up of his expression showed
that the man was pretty well off somewhere in super sub space. Maybe even outer
space.
    Father John looked fairly satisfied as well, compared to
his usual detached state. He moved to the sub with his bullwhip in his hand,
and just lightly touched the man's shoulder, and then rested it there. The sub
responded like a newlywed lover, trembling with sublime ecstasy at only one
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