Michael paid the bar bill, took Joan's elbow and the three of them left. John led the way as they walked the two blocks to a nondescript loft building. The freight elevator opened on a small hallway and John unlocked the door. They stepped into a spacious area and Joan's eyes swept the space and made a mental note: it was decorated using minimalist standards. Shiny steel tubing and canvas were the basic materials.

"This way," John said and he led them to a corner area that seemed to have a room built into it. Another lock and the door swung open. John turned the light switch and spots came on illuminating the center area. There, a slightly raised round stage held a leather covered ottoman. Michael led Joan along and John motioned to a corner door, 'she can change in there'. Michael leaned into Joan's ear and said softy, leave everything inside, come out nude.

When the door opened, the men saw Joan's body appear, nude but for her black choker. Certainly not overweight, but also not waif thin, her body was full of curves where curves were supposed to be. Joan, for her part, was not embarrassed. She had endured being nude in front of Michaels friends before, and knew that besides Michael liking the control idea, he would protect her while she could flaunt her body.

She walked toward them, silently bringing her heels down hard on the carpeting, knowing that this made the tops of her breasts jiggle. As she looked at the oversized ottoman, she saw that besides having straps hanging from it, it was not flush. There were cut outs and depressions in the leather, 'at least', she thought, 'I will be comfortable'.

John took her arm and led her to a position next to the bench. He pushed on her shoulder and she dropped to her knees fitting them into padded grooves made for them.

Quickly he used the straps to get her thighs tight up against bench and secured her. She leaned over and her breasts found the cut outs as her belly was forced down. More straps secured her back and as a last procedure, he took her arms and they too were strapped down bent at the elbow in front of her. Her neck was free and she found she could either look around at what was in front of her, or put her head down on the bench. All of her weight was supported by her torso, held fast to the bench.

"One more little adjustment", she heard John say, as he walked around to the back. Her knees were resting in the padded grooves and he swiveled them slightly outward and secured them in this position. She didn't understand why but then she heard a motor and the bench began to raise up and then tilt forward. She was secured and comfortable but now instead of looking forward, she was at a slight downward angle.

She smiled as she realized that the slight maneuvering of her knees caused her ass to be spread wide, and now in this new position, the men behind her had a very open view of all her assets. Michael came around and sat on a stool that placed his head near hers.

"Joan, the old belt doesn't work for me anymore, I am leaving your body bruised and frankly, you have gotten too used to it. I have asked John to find me a new instrument to use to train and punish you. John has experience as both a whip maker and a whip-master, and he will use his skill to identify which will be the most effective device for you. He will use your ass like a canvas, trying out his various whips, crops, floggers, canes and God knows whatever else he has. He knows what results I am looking for and when he gets the desired results he will make me what is needed."

John then told Michael it would take about 2 hours and that before he left, John had a favor to ask. "Sure John, what is it"? John told Michael that he was enthralled by Joan's body and would Michael mind if he used her for his own pleasure? Michael frowned a little and said that Joan's ass was his personal area. Only he had ever used it and did not want to spoil it. As for Joan's pussy, he felt the same way and would really prefer if John did not violate it. John nodded and accepted the rules.

He then asked, 'What about her mouth"? Michael thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a problem with that, but I know that Joan has never really found it pleasurable for her. This whole experience is going to be a lot for her to handle, and I think maybe I don't want her to have the additional pressure. Anyway, she is not so good at it, and I have never been able to use her throat".

Michael, turned to leave and then John asked "what if she asks for it'? "What do you mean"? "I mean, what if she asks me to use her mouth for my pleasure, would that be OK"?

Michael thought for a moment and realized that she would never give permission, and since John was doing him a favor in all of this, he agreed. "Ok," he finally agreed, "if she asks for you to use her mouth, it's fine with me".

"Be good baby", Michael called out to Joan as he left the room.