They had exchanged glances during the long transatlantic flight.  He offered help
at the baggage claim at Heathrow.  As they waited in line to clear Customs, he
introduced himself.  He was in London on business; he was a network engineer,
contracted to design a major upgrade for the Bank of England.  She introduced
herself as a buyer for a large American florist.  She was in London for the
annual flower show.  Before parting ways for their respective hotels, he had
arranged to pick her up at 8:00 p.m. for dinner.

During the taxi ride into the city, he thought about her.  Of course she was
beautiful and desirable.  Her voice had an elusive quality, sultry, sexy, yet
with a tone of respect that he found irresistible.  Her habit of dropping her
eyes so demurely when he looked at her fascinated him.  He found himself
impatient to see her again.

Having made this trip so many times, she ignored the beautiful English scenery en
route to her hotel, and allowed her mind to wander idly.  Not surprisingly, she
found herself thinking of him.  She was excited by his air of natural authority,
his disarming smile, and by his sophisticated good looks.  She looked forward to
dinner.

Precisely at 8:00 o'clock he called for her at the main desk of her hotel.  When
the call came, she gave her makeup one last pat, checked her hair in the mirror,
and took the lift to the ground floor.  He met her as she stepped off the lift
and kissed her lightly on the cheek. On the street, a taxi waited, and he whisked
her quickly through the ever present London rain into it.  As the driver threaded
his way expertly through the traffic, he explained that he was taking her to his
favorite London restaurant, a bit off the "beaten path," a bit of a risk for a
first date (he hoped it was only the first) but one that, unless he had missed
the mark badly, he thought she would enjoy.  More than that he would not divulge
until they arrived at the restaurant.  Finally the taxi pulled up in front of a
nondescript building on a nondescript street.  The scene was quiet, subdued, but
her pulse quickened when she saw that it was "Master Edward's," a restaurant she
had been introduced to several years earlier, and had quickly decided it was her
favorite restaurant in the world!  (Of course she kept this to herself!)

After paying the driver, he alighted from the taxi and helped her out. At the
door of the restaurant, he greeted the doorman by name (Peter) and slipped him a
Pound note.  He repeated this performance when they were greeted by the maitre
de, who immediately showed them to a table in a dark corner.  It was a small
table and their knees touched when they were seated.  A waiter in a black tux
trimmed in black leather brought their menus. Hers was quickly returned to the
waiter; he would order for them both. He instructed the boy to bring a salad of
marinated artichoke hearts, with a liter of dry French burgundy. For dinner he
ordered two six ounce ribeyes, rare, served in a sauce of brandy, cream, beef
consomme, shallots, garlic and butter.  This dish was accompanied by zucchini
stuffed with rice and almonds.  For desert there was chocolate mousse and
cappuccino.

As they ate, they made small talk, each telling the other about their
expectations for the trip, how she hoped to cultivate some new suppliers of rare
flowers, how he hoped his employer would understand and accept the need for the
sizable financial investment he would recommend to upgrade their network. 
Harmless conversation, but their eyes spoke volumes between the lines.  His eyes
never left hers.  She sometimes thought they would burn holes through her.  But
the real burning she felt was much lower. Several times during the meal, when he
replaced his napkin in his lap after dabbing at his lips, he allowed his hand to
graze her thigh.  Each time he did, a faint jolt of electricity would heighten
the burning in the center of her womanhood.  She hoped her growing desire for him
was not too obvious.

Just as they had finished their dinner and he had lit her cigarette, the maitre
de took to the small stage to announce the show.  The waiter arrived with new
cups of cappuccino, and they relaxed with their cups and cigarettes to watch the
show.  The drummer began a slow drum roll, the curtains rose, and a man dressed
in black silk, wearing a long black cape, entered the stage, leading a young
woman who was naked except for the black leather cuffs that bound her wrists
together, a black leather collar, and the leather leash by which she was led. 
When they reached center stage a bevy of women entered the stage from all points
around it, each carrying an implement of discipline.  There were floggers,
paddles, and whips.  The movements of all the participants were a slow dance,
entrancing their audience.  Two of the "assistants" carried a padded sawhorse to
center stage.  Two others immediately caught the naked woman by the ankles and
wrists, and bound her over it, immobilizing her.  As they prepared her the Master
circled the others slowly, moving from one to the next, deciding which implement
to use.  As the preparation was completed, he chose a long whip and took a
position behind her.

When the Master began the whipping the girl's cries began, her upraised buttocks
twitching wildly with each stroke.  Her cries were almost drowned out, however,
by the delighted cheers of the "assistants."  After 3 strokes he laid the whip
down and took up a flogger. This was followed by a paddle.  The stage lighting
was cunningly set to catch the glint of the trail of wetness creeping down her
legs, a fact not lost on the audience.  Finally, after punishing her thoroughly,
the Master bent, kissed her inner thigh lovingly, then whispered something in her
ear.  As he did, she screamed, but this time it was obviously a scream not of
pain, but of intense pleasure.  Her body bucked and squirmed until finally she
subsided and was quiet.  Turning to the audience, the Master bowed low and the
curtain dropped, to thunderous applause.

Throughout this performance his eyes had never left her face.  He noted with
satisfaction the bead of perspiration that formed on her upper lip, the way her
eyes widened with each stroke of whip, flogger, paddle, and how she squirmed in
her seat when the submissive on stage finally was allowed her climax.

As the curtain dropped, her gaze, which had been riveted on the stage, returned
to him, and she knew immediately that he had caught her, that he knew how much
the show had aroused her.  She flushed and smiled in a way that said "OK, you
caught me."  There was no point in trying to deny it, she knew.  And she knew
what the result would be, what would happen when he took her back to her hotel.

They both knew what would happen then...

Later that night, feeling completely sated, they shared a late brandy in the
hotel bar.  She had difficulty sitting without squirming noticeably on her now
flaming behind.  Before leaving for his own hotel, he had arranged for her to
accompany him to Paris the following weekend.

The intervening week was a busy one for them both, and they only managed to meet
once, for lunch.  It was a hurried, torrid lunch, spent in his hotel room.
Clothes were thrown in a jumble on a chair, and their bodies entwined, the heat
mounting, their moans and groans reaching a peak quickly.  Afterwards they
dressed and parted quickly, each having meetings to attend.

They caught the late flight on Friday night.  As the plane circled and descended
toward Orly, they could see the lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Ah,
Paris!  City of lights, city of lovers!  He leaned over her as they strained to
see the city through the aircraft's window.  Once on the ground they raced
together through Customs and hailed a taxi to take them into the city.  He had
reserved a suite at the hotel Alliance, which was on the Left Bank, on the Rue
Saint-Benoit, surrounded by ethnic restaurants and cafes, artists, boutiques,
antique shops, and memories of MoliËre, Delacroix, and Wilde.  Nearby was the
Deux Magot cafe, one of his favorites.  It was late Spring and the weather was
beautiful - warm and clear.  The trees lining the boulevards were nearly full
again of new leaves.  The water of the Seine was its customary polluted brown,
but it didn't seem to matter to the lovers under the bridges.

After checking in, they stepped across the street to the Cafe Flore for a quick
late dinner. They fed each other escargots, laughing as the rich garlic butter
sauce ran down their chins.  They kissed between drinks of heady dry wine, doing
their best to show the local patrons that not only the French know how to have a
lovers' affair.  The three old Frenchmen at the corner Regulars table, with their
cheap wine and cheroots laughed at their antics, but the two were oblivious.

Their meal completed, and feeling impatient, he paid the check, took her by the
arm and led her back to the hotel.  As he was turning the key in the door of
their room, he instructed her to begin removing her clothes.  She tugged
impatiently at the scarf tied around her neck, followed him into the room, shed
her blouse & skirt, kicked off her shoes, released the stockings from the garter
clasps & rolled the stockings down and off her legs.  He released the bra clasp
between her breasts and she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the
floor.  Finally, the garter having been dropped to the floor, she stood naked
before him.  Dropping to her knees, she bent and kissed each of his feet
lovingly.  Smiling, he gently tousled her hair, then turned to the table at the
side of the room and poured a glass of wine.  Seating himself in the huge
overstuffed chair in the corner, he motioned for her to come to him.  She crawled
quickly across the room and knelt at his feet.  He offered her a sip of the wine,
then kissed her lips hard.

In response to the question in her eyes, he instructed her to remove his shoes
and socks. When she began to untie the laces with her fingers, he gave her a
quick hard slap to the buttocks, jolting her.  He explained that she must only
use her teeth, a requirement that heightened both her fear and her excitement;
she was unsure if she would be able to comply fully.  But she bent to the task,
taking each lace between her teeth and tugging until the knot came loose.  Then,
removing each shoe and sock, she kissed each bare foot lovingly, daring to take
the toes into her mouth, until he pushed her away and instructed her to remove
his tie and shirt.  Thinking the requirement to remove the tie, that she use her
teeth, would be the same as it had been for his shoe laces, she bent toward the
knot at his neck.  But he stopped her and explained patiently that the delicate
fabric of the tie should not be soiled with saliva, and that she should use her
hands.  Grateful for this small kindness, she quickly untied the knot and pulled
the tie from his neck. She was careful to fold and lay it neatly on the table
next to the chair.  Next she began to unbutton his shirt, but again she felt the
quick hard slap to her buttocks.  She knew what this meant, and bent to try to
unbutton it with her teeth.  This proved to be very difficult for her, but after
what seemed an interminable time, she succeeded.  He was obviously pleased, as he
rewarded her with a long, soft kiss to her mouth.  In her hunger, she returned
the kiss passionately, snaking her tongue between his lips and running it along
his teeth.  Too soon for her, though, he pulled away. and stood up.  The shirt
fell from him as he stood, and he silently pointed to his belt.  Still kneeling,
she took it in her mouth and tugged.  He smiled down at her and told her she
could use her hands to help if she needed to.  The belt was quickly undone and
she fished the zipper pull from under the flap of his fly with her tongue,
grasped it between her teeth, and pulled it down.  He surprised her by
unbuttoning the waist himself and placing her hands at the sides of the
waistband.  She pulled the trousers down his legs, pulling the silk boxers along
with them.  As his cock came into view, she leaned forward to kiss it, but he
backed away with a harsh admonition about not having permission.  She pushed the
trousers to his ankles and he stepped out of them.  She folded them neatly and
laid them on the table.

Naked, he walked to the bed and pulled back the covers.  He stacked the pillows
one on top of the other in the center of the bed, then instructed her to lie face
down across them. She complied, aware that her buttocks were thrust high, and her
breath caught in her throat.  Rummaging in his bag, he produced four short
lengths of cotton rope.  In short order he had secured her wrists and ankles to
the head- and foot posts of the bed.  He bound her securely, spread-eagled, then
reached for his belt.  As he was behind her, she was unable to see him, but she
heard the belt whip out of the loops on the trousers.

She had not long to wait.  Seconds later she heard the hot SWOOSH of the belt
flying through the air, followed immediately by the sting of the leather crossing
her upturned ass. She cried out involuntarily, even as she felt the heat between
her legs rise.  Her ass felt as though it were on fire.  Before she could take a
breath, the belt landed again, this time lower, just across the line where her
legs met her ass.  She bucked at the sudden intense sting, and her eyes clamped
shut.  The belt fell again, and again, and again, each time making her writhe in
hot pain/pleasure.  When he paused, she could feel her own wetness leaking from
her, a fact which she knew had not escaped him.  Indeed, the reason he paused was
to enjoy the sight of her ass crisscrossed with wide red welts, and the
glistening honey streaking down her thigh.  The sight aroused him, and his cock's
need made itself known to him.  With two quick straps of the belt to her inner
thighs, he stepped onto the bed and knelt above her head.  Grasping her head
between his hands, he guided his cock to her face.  She gobbled it into her mouth
greedily, sucking and licking frantically.  He fucked her mouth, pushing her head
back and forcing his cock deep into her throat and back, in quick strokes.  Moans
escaped her, around his cock, but he mercilessly continued to drive into her
throat.  When he felt his cum rising, he withdrew from her and moved back behind
her.  Kneeling between her legs and pushing her hips even higher with his hands,
he attacked her sex with a vengeance.  His tongue split the lips, found the clit,
and whipped it.  The sudden pleasure she felt soon drenched his face with her
nectar, but he would not stop.  Instead, he sucked the clit into his mouth while
continuing to lash it with his tongue.  In moments she screamed, slammed her
pussy hard into his face, and came with gut-wrenching ferocity.  This was what he
had been waiting for.  Still kneeling behind her, he guided his still-hard cock
into her, sliding slowly, gently all the way into her.  When his balls slapped
against her, he pulled slowly, very slowly out of her, until only the head of his
cock remained inside her.  She pushed back, trying to take it into her again, but
he grinned and withheld it.  She begged him to fuck her.  He withdrew completely,
letting the head of his cock rub her clit up and down, and then SLAMMED into her.
 His cock was completely buried inside her, and he began a rapid-fire IN/OUT
rhythm.  Despite the bonds, she met his movements, moving her own body in sync
with his.  When he drove in, she lifted her ass to meet him.  Their bodies became
one, their groans and moans mingled, their sweat ran together in rivulets.
Reaching under himself, he found her clit and massaged it between his thumb and
forefinger.  This was too much for her, and she came in a flood.  Her cum caused
the walls of her vagina to contract on his cock, and the milking began.  With a
final hard push, he came deep inside her, spurting over and over.

Completely spent, he kissed the back of her neck tenderly, then pulled from her
and rolled off.  Getting off the bed, he released the bonds that held her wrists
and ankles, then sat back on the bed and cradled her in his arms.  His kissed her
face, her eyes, her forehead, and spoke lovingly of what a good subbie she was. 
They glowed together.

Before falling into a contented sleep, he mentioned his plans to show her
Versailles the next day.  He said something vague about the beautiful gardens,
then rolled over and fell asleep.