<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Very keyed up</strong><br/>"It's pretty safe, if you have a professional's control over the whip's end, and strike with a forehand so most of it lands on the back of their neck first", Mara shrugged, smiling. "That is, as safe as it gets when a strike to the carotids can lead to blackout, or a strike under the Adam's apple can injure the trachea. But Jane Wayne over there could almost make an artist work with the tip of that whip...could, if she could draw worth shit, that is".<br/>"And yes, I'm a hard Domme, Sue. That's why I never joined the Army...never been good with taking orders", she raised a brow.<br/>"So, Sue", her finger drew a line on the back of the older woman's hand without the whole hand moving much, "Are you feeling...complete, when you take orders? Looking for a direction?"<br/>Her smile promised a lot. And her head didn't turn off towards the stage, where the woman had just lowered the man's head towards the toes of the other sub. He had needed a kick behind the knees to get the hint for kneeling, and it had been administered swiftly and almost competently.