<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Going with the flow</strong><br/>Rolling in the rhythm.<br/>That was what Mara haven't stopped doing for a moment since she gave her the order to make a striptease for her. Her hips, her belly, her arms... even her whip was moving rhythmically.<br/>She didn't stop doing it while Susan was disrobing her, either. Instead, she twisted her body like a dancer, or a snake, trying to shed a skin - and it actually sped up the process.<br/>Their movements synchronised at some point, as Susan was also doing her best to work in the rhythm. Yet they danced apart, even if only inches apart, never actually making skin contact.<br/>It was at that point that Susan sank back, her haunches on her heels, swaying slightly to the beat. Moments later, the whip caressed her exposed back. It wasn't a strike, Mara had merely passed it behind her back, grasping the working side of it in her left hand as well.<br/>She now had a very short piece of leather strips that ran behind Susan's back, which she passed under the older woman's armpits.<br/>"What a disciplined sub", she nodded. Her voice was throaty and full of anticipation...or maybe that was promise? "You proved you can hold on and execute orders exactly as given. I should have you teaching that to my other subs...Maybe. Later, at any rate".<br/>She hasn't stopped her own swaying. And now, the leather tightened under Susan's armpits, pulling her slowly up until she got to a level with Mara's tits, which were swaying like the rest of her.<br/>And then Mara pulled her tighter, finally bringing her in contact with herself.