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I am not into any life-threatening crap like strangling, electricity, drowning and stuff. Also, no scat or golden showers. Damn!”
    “Calm down, I was just asking. I want to learn your limits. We can make a deal if you cooperate.”
    “What kind of deal?”
    “We can start with me giving you a thorough spanking every time you reveal something significant to me,” Blake stated, watching her reaction out of the corner of his eye. Her breath had caught, she stiffened, and her nipples rose against her shirt.
    “What if I don ’ t want a spanking?” she gulped.
    “I will give it to you anyway, and make sure to leave you with a very red and tender derriere,” Blake responded. He raised his eyebrow, noticing the tiny smile on her face. Without knowing, she revealed her desire for intimacy and a loss of control. But was it submission? He seriously doubted it.
    He sent Dahlia to her room the minute they arrived at the hacienda, and instructed her to wash up for dinner that was to be served at seven. He also instructed her to dress in her pajamas, sans panties. Dahlia narrowed her eyes at him, and then scampered off to obey.
    Blake sat in his office and dialed Ginger ’ s number.
    “Ginger.”
    “Master? What ’ s wrong? Are you canceling our playtime?”
    “No. I had a question about one of your clients. An acquaintance of mine is interested in her and had some questions that I thought you could answer.”
    “I can ’ t reveal any personal information. You know that!”
    “What I know is that he saw you diddling with this girl in a public place recently. Obviously, you have no issues with crossing the line of professionalism, do you?”
    Ginger was silent for a moment. “What do you want to know and which girl is it?”
    “How many of these girls do you play with? Oh, never mind. I tend to overlook the fact that you are never satisfied. He said her name is Dahlia.”
    “Yeah, she is a different sort. She is a hedonist with strong masochistic qualities. She believes that the more she physically feels, the stronger her hold of reality.”
    “Do you think she is delusional? Or a danger to herself?”
    “No. In fact, she is the most solid and honest client I have. She doesn ’ t waste time playing guessing games or manipulating like other masos that I know. She will blatantly say what she likes, what she wants, and how much.”
    “Assuming she knows, yes?”
    “Exactly. She is very inexperienced. She has never had sex with a man, nor has she taken anything up the ass yet. She loves the sensation of pinching, especially that moment when the clamp is opened. She pretends to resist restraints but is eager to accept them. As for pain, she says she loathes anything that stings or bites.”
    “Leather for pleasure and…”
    “Cane for pain,” Ginger finished. “I have had very little time to explore her pain limits. She has also told me that she hates being humiliated publicly and that she draws the line on medical play, but she has never defined what constitutes either.”
    “Interesting. Her limits seem very vague. I will communicate this information.”
    “Master? Is it Blake Turner? Dahlia mentioned him.”
    “What did she say?” Blake asked without hesitation.
    “That he had a delicious cruel streak, but that she doubted he could hold her interest for very long. She did think he was cute, for an older man, but felt he lacked the stamina to keep up with her. She claims that she needs it very hard and frequent. Tell whoever it is that he can ’ t hold anything back.”
    “Interesting that these beliefs are being communicated, given the assumption that she has never explored her limits. As for not holding back, I will not promote abuse, Ginger. You know better.”
    “Abuse is defined by the recipient, not by the distributor. She wants…”
    “You said yourself that she has little experience. I will advise him of her proclaimed needs as well as what I will do to anyone I discover who uses a fist on a