Obviously, this would have to be discussed... but I first needed to reenforce matters. We walked hand-in-hand back to my quarters, thanked the staff for the pleasant reception, and closed the door behind us.

I led her into my playroom, and to a vertical ladder rack. She removed her shoes at my direction, and helped me fasten herself into the bonds. I stretched her pretty tight, enough to elicit a few grunts as I tightened the wheel.

Putting the 'other room' situation on hold, I picked up a well-broken-in, kangaroo-skin flogger. The flails whistled through the air as I started in on Stella's back, working from shoulders down. Her shoulders and bottom were soon red, and I was ready to change implements.

A cane was next. This 'Dragon' bamboo was my favorite; well varnished and stored in water, it was whippy and landed with a wonderful crack sound. Stella hissed with every stroke, and began to cry out after the 10th. There were some lovely welts standing up on the backs of her thighs, especially in the folds at the tops of the legs. After fifteen strokes, I took a break, and walked around the ladder to add a few pieces of jewelry. Pleased to see her nipples already hard, I hung a couple jeweled clips on them and added a couple three ounce weights to make it fun. Her firm beauties stood up tall between the ladder's rungs, and I decided to lay a couple strokes there.

Picking a crop, I played with the weights a bit, hearing Stella's excitement in her voice. A few sharp snaps with the leather flap at the end of the crop, right onto her clit sent her over the edge; she shuddered with the force of her climax. I petted her breasts a while as she came down a pit, and rubbed her Venus mound with a soft hand. Gads, what a beautiful, responsive woman!

A few hard strokes with the shaft of the crop across the tops and bottoms of her tits followed, and I put the crop away. I allowed her to stand there a bit after inclining the rack a bit, bringing out the foot a bit to another floor mounting so she could rest her weight against it.

I wanted her to rest a bit for the next trial she was to face... and I needed time to consider how I would deal with her concerns about her place of residence. This was urgent: I had a new girl coming for a second interview tomorrow, and although Stella would certainly share my bed tonight, she would have to be out tomorrow by 3 PM, and most of the night.