MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>From my handbag I drew out my small whippy switch, a finely crafted thing of a tapered springy steel rod wrapped round and round in Moroccan leather, quite flexible and able to be coiled inside the small space of a lady's purse. At the base was a thicker handle, at the tip a small gathering of tassels. These gave a considerable sting on their own, never mind the rest of the thing.<br/><br/>As he bent to eat and drink I swung it crisply and smartly against his raised rear, the 'swiiittt!' sound of its movement through the air abruptly cut off by a sharp 'swakk!' as it contacted firm pussy behind, the knot of tassels whipping into the boy's cleft and scourging very close to that cute little bull's eye.<br/><br/>As his body flinched in response I rebuked him.<strong>" 'Madame' was what I said, 'Madame' was what I meant. I choose my words carefully - heed them or you vill be having a most uncomfortable <em>derriere</em>."</strong><br/><br/>As he returned to eating I sipped at my wine and from time to time slid the switch up and down the back of his thigh and tapped it lightly on his rump. I noted the way his tail had risen and the tip of it flicked this way and that as though excited by something. I watched carefully as he apparently enjoyed his meal, his mouth opening to shovel up the meat and his tongue lapping out dexterously at the milk until most of it was gone. His tongue drew my interest; clearly he'd been brought up from a young age to act and think and drink like a cat and his tongue consequently was very long, narrow and highly muscular. It looked to me like a most useful tongue indeed.<br/><br/>When he had finished, his chin and jaw were somewhat messy so I leaned forwards, beckoning him to turn and lift his head. Taking the napkin from under my glass I wiped his lower face clean and this intimacy allowed our faces to come closer than they had yet been. I studied his brown eyes carefully and reaching out, ran my fingers through his thick shaggy yet silky and strikingly lilac hair. I could detect no darker or paler roots to it, it remained that same pale shade of early evening sky right down to the scalp. A fully natural colour. It must have been genetically bred with the rest if him.<br/><br/>I sat back, disposed of the napkin and the remainder of my glass of wine and lifting a hand, attracted our waiter again and told him to have the remainder of the bottle sent up to my room.<br/><br/>I stood up and tugged on his leash, pulling at his testicles,<strong>"Come, I need to clean you out but first, I want you to walk through ze club up to my room with an erection. I want everyone in this place to see your dirty little hard on. You cannot touch yourself so seenk mucky thoughts if you want. I can help..."</strong>I tugged more on the leash, pulling hard on his tender male flesh, wondering if the discomfort there would be to his liking.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, and of course..."</strong>From my bag I drew out a smaller steel ring, holding it against the head of his member. Too small. I picked out a second ring... to my surprise still a little tighter than I wished. The third ring, a healthy inch and a half inner diameter would rest in just the correct place while being sufficiently tight to cause him the most pleasant sensations. Reaching out to his penis I gently gripped the shaft just behind the head and hauled backwards firmly, drawing his foreskin fully and quickly back. I was not gentle, it was my intention to surprise him. His protective skin fully retracted the thick purple-red head proudly stuck out, a tiny bead of clear fluid resting at his slit. I smiled at him quizzically and placed a fingertip on the bead of oily fluid, then carefully and firmly slid my finger in circles around his sensitive head, smearing the greasy fluid to form a lubricant shield. Next I took the steel cock-ring and pressed it up to his head. I pushed firmly and steadily and gradually the thick crown of swollen flesh pushed through the ring until with a distinct 'plup' the heavy steel band came to rest in the natural deep groove behind the business end of his meat. The ring would apply considerable pressure there as he hardened fully and of course it held his foreskin fully back, exposing the prettiest part of him for everyone to see.<br/><br/><strong>"There. I think that is helping you, <em>non</em>? But still, I have one more thing that might interest your meaty little friend..."</strong>I winked at him and leaving the leash loose in one hand I lifted one high-heeled foot up onto the low table top and hauled up great fistfuls of heavy brocaded satin and tulle underskirts drawing my big skirt up to the top of one thigh, baring my leg. There I rested and calmly adjusted the suspender drop to my black stocking, taking my time.