I stayed silent as Chuck joined me in the tub. He sighed with relief as he lowered himself into the hot water. I went to his side of the tub and kissed him, then started to loosen his knotted muscles with a slow massage.

I was shocked when he relayed what had happened with Diego's proposition brought to him via Stephanie. I had many misgivings, and began to voice them.

"What if Diego went to the Don as well with a plan to get rid of you?
"Stephanie claims to be a mistress, but I cannot imagine you allowing her to domme without ensuring the safety of your submissive patrons"
"What's to keep Stephanie from leaving once she is an established presence? It's not as if she will be chained up, or locked up in any way."
And last but not least:
"She is Diego's daughter. How can you be sure that they are not planning to use her to infiltrate you and learn the security measures?"
"Have you discussed this with Mom?"

To each of my misgivings, Chuck listened and spoke quietly. He planned to speak with Mom about it in the morning so we began to play a bit and lighten the mood. Chuck's fingers gently probed my most secret places while I squirmed and moaned.

With a smile, he pulled me to my feet and we dried each other off. He took me to his playroom in his suite and placed me in a bondage chair. After strapping me in a vulnerable position, Chuck spoke;

"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."

To my surprise, he worked a couple of locks on the chair and the back dropped down! I felt the flogger begin to strike me and moaned loudly. Some of the strikes were harder than others, and I cried out.

My back felt very warm (hot actually) when Chuck removed me from the chair. He led me over to an ankle and wrist stock and had me stand, bent in half, while he fastened me in place. My heart was pounding, wondering what he was planning to do. I watched as he placed gloves on and a long leather apron. I was hoping it wasn't any more of those water creatures.

He opened up a large leather satchel that was sitting on a nearby table and walked to me holding fistfuls of some kind of plant. He brushed them against me and I felt an itching burn spring up wherever he brushed them. When he brushed them lightly against me, the feeling was similar to what I was going through during my treadmill experience.

He began to press them firmly against me. He tucked them under my breasts, between my legs. He pressed them against my ass, my back. The itch became painful and I began to cry out louder and louder. I tugged at my arms in an effort to bring my hands up to scratch at myself. I knew I was bound, but the action was almost involuntary. As Chuck pressed the plant against my stomach, to my surprise, I began to scream.

He continued until he had emptied the satchel of plants. My body was on fire and I wanted to lay on some carpeting and writhe around to appease my skin's desire for a good scratch. I was gasping between screams and moans and Chuck walked over and released me. My arms and legs were shaking as he led me over to a barrel and laid me back on it. The bare wood felt wonderful to my itching back and I groaned as Chuck tied me in place.

I was now spread-eagled in an arch over the barrel and welcomed with relief the whip that Chuck used on me. Although each lash felt like fire, it also felt like a long scratch on my skin. It soothed and stung at the same time. As he struck me, I jumped, causing my back to rub the barrel. I began to writhe on it, pulling with arms and legs, scratching my back on the barrel, feeling the single-tail scratch my front at the same time.

I was in hell, I was in heaven. I began to cum from the stimulation. Once I started having orgasms I couldn't stop. I lost track of how many I had and how long Chuck whipped me. I existed in suspended animation, floating in a fog of sensation.

I "came to" when Chuck started washing me in the shower. The water was lukewarm and soothing. I threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply, wanting to make love to him. He took me to bed and we did just that...made love for several hours until exhaustion won over and we fell into a deep, soothing sleep.