The surrounding audience seemed in awe for a moment. Then they burst out into even louder cheers than ever. Hands ruffled my hair affectionately, spanked my welted ass with approval, and a few daring souls actually kissed my cheek in congratulation. But then Mistress regained herself, smiling at me with rue and – I swear it – maybe even love. She reached down, pulled a key from her boot and released all four shackles. Then she actually kissed me on the cheek herself, and again breathed her benison in my ear.
“Well done, Boy! You make me so proud! I have trained you exceedingly well!”
Then Mistress, aided by many willing hands, helped me off the Whipping Horse and over to an open space where my bowls awaited. One held sparkling champagne, and the other a thick slice of that rich dark choc
