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Suzanne, stop.

What's the matter?

Are you enjoying this?

Of course I am.

I wasn't sure.

I'm not available right now.

Who is it?

Robert.

Um... did you decide?

Diana.

- I can take your tribute now.

- Yeah, sure.

Here.

All right?

- Great.

- Good.

Make yourself comfortable.

Take a position and Mistress Diana

- will be with you shortly.

- Thank you.

Okay.

You're supposed to be kneeling.

I guess I wanted to talk first.

Kneel in front of me

and we'll have a consultation.

What do you like?

I love to be stretched...

on a rack or on the bed,

sometimes across a horse.

I used to take a lot more pain.

I'm into the more erotic

parts of this now.

You know what a zipper is?

Yes, I love that,

but what I'm saying

is that for the scene to be successful,

I need to be touched

where the pain is.

Okay.

Spread your legs out.

More.

- Are you stretched enough?

- Yes, thank you.

I have very small nipples.

I think I can find them.

Have you done piercing?

No, that's the only thing

I've never tried.

The sight of the needles

makes me wanna pass out.

Pity.

I love piercing.

That was a terrific session.

Thank you.

I had a good time.

What days are you on?

Wednesday afternoon

and Thursday and Friday evenings.

But if you call in advance, I can try

to arrange to be here on another day.

Robert's not my real name.

It's, uh...

it's Peter.

Is Diana your real name?

- What do you think?

- I guess not.

- What do you do, Peter?

- I'm a...

a therapist.

- Really?

- You sound surprised.

Most therapists

take a while to admit it.

Are you married?

Yes.

- Do you two play?

- No, but she knows that I do it.

Hmm.

We're coming right out.

It's not an affair.

I could never do that.

My husband Chris

comes from real wealth,

East Coast Wall Street money,

and he's quite a few years

older than I am.

Things are all right

between us, but...

I've never actually known

any kind of feeling

that could be called ecstasy

with him.

I didn't even know what an orgasm

was until recently.

We had this huge

catered dinner affair,

some of Chris' clients,

valet parking and all that.

At some point

during the evening,

I was called into the kitchen

to resolve some stupid argument

about what food to bring out next

and I noticed the room

where the staff

had left their things.

And after everyone left the kitchen,

I went into that room,

and I opened one of the backpacks.

And... and I found some change

quarters, dimes, pennies.

I felt like I was gonna faint.

I began to rub the coins together

between my fingers

and then I began to dig my nails

into the coin's... flesh,

the surface.

It was like

a series of waves.

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