Joining Stella in the tub really helped take off the nerves from the day's activities. She came close and kissed me hard, then began massaging me, keeping silent. That helped relax me somewhat, and opened the torrent of words I had bottled up inside, sharing the information about Stephanie and Diego. I mentioned her looks, the agreements I would be required to make, and the lack of enthusiasm I had over becoming a traitor to my friend the Don.

We soaked a bit, and discussed things. Eventually we dried each other and walked into the playroom. I had some special things planned for tonight, but would have to get Stella bound first.

Seating her in the bondage chair, I fastened a wide belly-strap around her waist and another just under her breasts. Her wrists were fastened to the arms, and her ankles to the front legs of the chair, which spread her widely. I bound her hair into a knot on top of her head, just to keep it out of the way.

I had looked at her skin carefully while we were still in the hot tub, to see if the day's play from staff and the Doctor had done any damage. Other than a few cane bruises, she was fine. Some playful activity had shown me her pussy and rectum were also undamaged... a very good thing, considering tonight's upcoming activities.

"Tonight, Stella, you are going to get some pleasure, some pain, and some testing of your strength and courage. Part of what will happen will depend on your trust of me. To start with, I'm going to give you some moderate stimulation with my kangaroo-hide flogger." I wound up and started high on her back, having dropped the hinged part of the chair backing. I worked her hard, eliciting some moans, some yelps.

We moved to another device, a simple ankle and wrist stock, leaving Stella bent in half. Her bottom and back were pinkish from the flogger and the Doctor's treatment earlier, so they were delightfully sensitive.

I had sent out for some fresh plants to help me along tonight. A friend grows these in sunny Florida and ships them nationwide. Fresh nettles give such wonderful results.

I put on protective gloves and a leather apron which went neck-to-knees, and began on Stella. First some gentle rubs, here and there, then more and more, tucking the used branches between her boobs or high up inside her legs. I was very cautious not to do much to each spot more than once or twice, as I had no desire for damage. She was screaming nicely.

When I had run out of nettles, I refastened her with her bent backwards over a barrel. This rested her back a bit, and stretched her nicely for a little single-tail work. Twenty strokes here, there and everywhere, and she was moaning hard... and cumming, regularly, from writhing on the burning itches across her back and bottom. The reason I remounted her was now obvious to her. She could scratch.

That was enough for her in one day. I took her out of the playroom after a warm soapy shower, and we cuddled up in bed for a long, powerful love-making session. It took some hours for both of us to work out the emotions of the day... and we collapsed into a deep, hard sleep.

Diego would wait another day.