I flopped down on a chair, exhausted from the whipping and the cum. This girl had a tight cunt, that gripped and milked... and had proven that she had self control in spite of outside distractions. She pleased me, and led me to my next thought for a trial. But first, a break.

"Tom!" I called out. "Free Stella, please, then clean and sanitize the whips and such as usual. Then you may wish to come up to the third floor." Our third floor was the residential area for the artistes, other staff if they wished, and, of course, me. My office was up there, as was security. Access to the floor, by elevator or stairs, was strictly controlled by fingerprint and retinal scan. I had meant for it to be private and safe, and it was. The third floor did not show up on filed architectural plans with the city, nor did it show from outside, even to helicopters. Pulling myself together, I caught the Doctor's eye (who had watched the proceedings with interest) and motioned her to join us. Taking Grace's hand, I helped her up and the four of us, me and The Three Graces, boarded the private lift at the back of the hall.

With four of us in the car, it would not budge until at least two of us passed the scan and print test. Doc and I checked through, and we exited on the third floor. I was surprised that Stella had not balked at leaving her clothes behind; of course Tom will bring them up when he joins us.

Leaving the elevator, I told Grace, "Please help Stella clean up and such, and the two of you join us in the lounge when you finish. 15 minutes maximum, ladies!" I watched the lovely show as they walked down to a guest room.

"Doc, lets relax a bit with lunch, then I want you to put your Domme hat on for a while and provide our new friend with a little stimulation, while the rest of our staff (whoever is free) comes to watch and participate, if you choose. Sound like fun?" She nodded with a grin I knew so well, and we went to the lounge.