The woman asks, 'Do we have a rigger?' Do we have a rigger!!! I beckoned to Tom to come over, let him know what we wish and he got busy at once. The ring was lowered and size adjusted, bonds attached, and Stella bound tightly. She disrobed and put her gown and shoes on a chair, and submitted to Tom's binding. Arms and legs outstretched, the padded bonds are attached to her carefully and she is lifted from the floor a short distance.

Tom turned to his kit, then, and began "enhancing" Stella's natural beauty. He worked for the Westmore makeup empire in LA for a while, and had learned many tricks. He was a wizard.

Stella was raised just a bit more, and put on a slow spin for a while. More of the regulars were arriving, and some of the staff who had not met Stella earlier. All of them stopped to watch her display, now enhanced yet again with some tasteful spotlights. Her beauty was breath-taking.

I picked up a rubber-stranded flogger. The hundreds of angel-hair thin strands would serve to bring a blush to her skin and ready her for more.

After fifteen minutes, her skin was glowing and we had gained an audience. Mistress Eva approached and asked for the chance to use a gentle single-tail; I approved her request and watched her methods. She is very good, and I hoped to pick up some tips.

Eva's sub removed her Mistresses' cape, and ran to fetch us both drinks. The whipping began, and the audience grew. Four other Dominants asked for chances to work with Stella; all were people I knew and respected so I granted the opportunity. A fifth was the guest of a regular, but I pleaded overload from the others on a new sub and he understood. Or I thought he did, anyway.

Two hours later, over half the equipment was in use and there were almost a hundred people watching others play. Stella was still in the ring; we had given her fluids and breaks between players. Now she was slowly rotating, watching the others in the room.

I was truly glad I had refused the stranger. "Master X" was cruel and thoughtless, seemingly uncaring about the sub's condition. I watched him for a bit, working on the regular who had invited him as guest. He was given no breaks, no hydration... and no quarter. "X" was using a harsh whip which he had brought with him, and it was knotted and beaded with metal studs. The sub was exhausted after ten minutes, and there were many places blood was drawn. I walked up between him and the sub, to end the activity.

It appeared "Master X" was too focused on his victim, as he swung and struck me instead. Security was close, and disarmed him at once. I directed them to take "X" into the hall, and accompanied them.

"X" was angry as a disturbed bee hive. "How DARE you take me out?" he shouted. The guards had to hold him tightly, he was fighting to get free.

"You were made aware of the policies of our private club before entering, and signed agreement." I kept my voice soft and professional.

"That stupid pretty boy deserves lots more than I was giving him!" He was almost foaming at the mouth.

I turned to the guards. "Brian, James, help Master X collect his personal effects and into his car. Make sure his voice-print and image are entered into the computer as unwelcome."

Spinning on my heel, I re-entered the room and put the problem behind me. Doctor Jan was already on the job, caring for "X's" victim.

Stella was ready to come down by the time I returned to her; Tom was already assisting her into her heels, but she had her gown over her arm.