Mikie blinked at the surprise, verging on horror but not quite, in Sam's voice. She tried to be reassuring in her tone. "Marie will let Marcus breathe when she knows he needs to. Having an orgasm while deprived of oxygen is a really weird feeling. The French call orgasms<i>le petit mort </i>- the little death, and the feelings are really heightened by the desperation to breath. But the best part is after, when you take that really deep breath and realise how great it is to be alive!"<br/><br/>It seemed her response wasn't as reassuring as she hoped, but Rickie jumped in with the answer, and the others all nodded sagely. Sam's next question made Bobbie chuckle and Louise almost did a spit take. Rickie put his face in his hands and Mikie tried hard not to giggle. Actually it wasn't funny the way some authors portrayed BDSM. "I can see you have a lot to learn dear. For starters, the submissive is<i>always </i>the one in control. Anything else is verging on abuse, if not actual abuse. But the whole thing is supposed to be a game that both parties enjoy. If you don't enjoy being spanked you need to let me know so I won't spank you anymore." She grinned and recited her favourite example.<br/><br/>"Let's just say you really enjoy being spanked. If I punish you by spanking you, is that really a punishment? Take that up to eleven: How do you punish someone who really enjoys being punished? I was thinking this myself a few years back and I realised I had it wrong. BDSM isn't about punishment and reward, it's about enjoyment. It's not necessarily even about sex, although that often plays a part. You see, to a true domme-sub couple, it isn't even referred to as punishment: It's Discipline. Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. And the discipline is practised by the submissive, during the bondage."<br/><br/>She paused, realised she'd gone off topic slightly and took a breath. So, the point is.... wait, ha ha, I know..." The latex clad figure with breasts had just uncovered the hose leading to the gas mask and the barrel-chest of the other figure was moving up and down rapidly. Grinning, she stood up and called loudly: "Marie, I have a newbie here with a question: She wants to know if you would punish Marcus for safe-signing and stopping the show?"<br/><br/>The female figure turned and the blank black cloth mask that covered her face, hiding it completely but allowing her to breath and see through it, centred on the table. The woman's voice was a soft, lilting soprano, full of life and laughter, in contrast to the severe costume she wore. "Ha ha, Hi Mikie. See you've got your gang with you. And this must be your newcomer. Welcome to Hot Leather Club. To answer your question, no, of course not. If he needs out, he needs out. Of course the idea is not to need it, but I'd rather interrupt the show that have my hubby end up dead or worse. Does that answer your question?"<br/><br/>Marie turned back to her husband and Mikie sat down, smirking. "Actually they're both switch, which is great because they change roles depending on what the show is. In fact, they've changed roles part way through a show before now!" Her smirk broadened when she realised everyone was loking at her and Sam, and that her three friends were all blushing crimson. "What? It's not the first time someone's asked a question in the middle of the show!"