Jen and Mags had practiced with the cat. In the week leading up to their little adventure, she had met Mags here at the warehouse, they'd snuck into the room, and she'd stripped down to bra and panties. Mags had cuffed her to the wall, rather than the ceiling, and then she'd introduced Jen to the flogger, brushing its straps softly across her back to begin with, and then making a brisk figure-eight pattern, slapping the top of Jen's back on the downswings. It had stung. Eventually it had really stung. But Mags had been talking the whole time: a dirty, teasing monologue, telling Jen what a little whore she...