rolled over on my back so that my legs would spread far enough
apart. Then the electric switch was pushed and I started to climb
up in the air, feet first. When my head was about two feet off
the floor the motor stopped. My wrists were then stretched to
ring bolts in the floor leaving me hung spreadeagle upside down.
The women proceeded to draw lots to see who got to whip me first.
I was gagged so that their fun would not be interrupted by my
making a sound. With that, the first lady got up and started the
evenings festivities, landing a riding crop on every part of my
exposed body that she thought would make me writhe for her. The
rest cheered her on as again and again the whip found its mark.
They all took their turns and finally about an hour later I hung
in silence as they went to have a nightcap and bid for who got me
for the night.