To my annoyance I had managed to draw a couple of on-lookers away from the main crowd, eager to see one of the prime Mistress’s in action. They would want to see him completely broken and abused. I wouldn’t want them to witness my wretched jealousy, beating him solely to extract the truth of his treatment at the hands of another Domme. I had to hit him for their benefit and as he was surely aware of the gathering crowd, he would have been even more determined to stay silent, as much for me as for him. The situation became more farcical: me beating him, desperate for him to speak so I could stop the torture but willing his silence so that the on-lookers couldn’t learn of my petty jealousies; him wanting it all to stop but knowing that his secret might collapse if I heard and identified his
