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worthy goal, and thanks for the flattery about my size. Although it made me slightly uncomfortable.”
    Bastien laughed. “We harbor no uneasiness about sexual openness here. But perhaps we’ll skip the fellatio room and head right to the sado-masochism space. I seem to remember Constance and Sandra being on the schedule with Stephen.”
    Before Bastien even opened the door, Kai heard the repetitive crack of disciplinary impact. Once inside, Kai took in the fetish equipment--spanking benches, crosses, racks--before his gaze fell on the restrained victim on the far side of the room.
    Constance. He had already developed an avid fascination with her.
    She was kneeling on a padded platform. A white-coated trainer was spanking her ass and spread inner thighs with a leather paddle. She cried out with each blow, but at the same time ground her pubis against an upstanding dildo strapped to the table beneath her. Her reactions were gorgeous, purely wanton and needful. Her bottom was scarlet and absolutely perfect in shape. Kai felt an intense urge to grab the paddle from the trainer and take over himself.
    She was clearly aroused, wildly aroused, which aroused Kai almost painfully. When she tried to sink down and penetrate herself with the toy, she received an especially sharp crack from the trainer--a warning to obey. Kai watched as this teasing sequence played itself out again and again. He wanted nothing more than to grasp her weaving hips and bury his cock inside her to the hilt.
    “You see,” said Bastien, “the goal is for them to learn to equate pleasure and pain. For someone like Constance, the wiring is already there. There is only a refinement of the connection. A little more pain eventually triggers a little more pleasure. It’s a wonderful process.” Some of the strain Kai was feeling must have shown on his face, because Bastien said, “Perhaps you would like to test the method out yourself.”
    Kai’s erection was throbbing. He looked at Constance, his hands opening and closing, craving to touch her. “I’d love to test it out. Yeah.”
    Bastien approached the table and ran a hand down Constance’s back. She lifted her head to look at her caretaker, her eyes hazy with pleasure. “Stephen, give Mr. Chandler an appropriate pair of nipple clamps for the girl.”
    The sober-faced trainer walked to the wall and returned with a pair of clamps connected by a chain. “Put them on her,” Bastien said to Kai, “and then please avail yourself of her pussy if you wish. Or have her ride the dildo for you. Whatever you would most enjoy.”
    Constance looked over at him, her gaze alert and yet deliciously sultry. Her expression communicated what Bastien said--that anything Kai chose to do to her would be perfectly acceptable. And God, of course he was going to fuck her. Stephen removed the dildo from the table and rearranged his charge, having her brace herself on her arms. She spread her thighs a little wider until she was at the perfect level for him to fuck. Intercourse logistics. Was that another class taught here?
    It occurred to him that in this house of forty or so odalisques, he was putting his dick in the same one for a second time, and happy to do so. He walked around the front of her with the clamps and pinched her dark pink nipples. She was cock-twitchingly responsive, throwing her head back and staring up at him with striking light green eyes. She was a stranger to him, and yet familiar. She was the girl he’d always fantasized about but had never had: the girl who would do anything he asked and seek nothing in return, only more and more pleasure.
    As horny as he was to get to the fucking, he took his time applying the clamps, teasing and playing with her nipples, enjoying her quick hissing intakes of breath. He didn’t feel any need or pressure to talk to her, to reassure her. To procure her consent. By now, he knew that wasn’t the way things were done at Maison Odalisque.
    Bastien handed him a condom,