Moments later, the private elevator doors opened to the great room in the basement. Tom Torquemada had done us up right for the night. There was plenty of equipment out and ready, with good space between for viewers and visitors.

A few dozen of our regulars were there, mostly couples so they would have a partner, but some singles as well. I noticed Sir DB, one of my favorites, and we approached to watch.

"Deliah, love," he spoke softly. "Now that you are bound to the cross, I am going to whip you. Are you ready for your punishment?"

Deliah answered, "As you wish, my Master. Shall I count?"

He confirmed that, and began to stroke with a single-tail across her front from shoulders to thighs. The whip left mild stripes and elicited short grunts of pain along with the count.

We watched for a while, Stella squirming and breathing heavily. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like to do something like that? There are other crosses here, or other devices. Look around and pick one!"