When ‘she’ was satisfied with ‘her’ work after examining it, ‘he’ returned the bottle to the bag. He looked very average, except for a pink plastic cage, a chastity device, covering his member. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ring, this time with a female driver, hair cut short. ‘He’ pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this time. “Do what you want, Straight Man. “And last, but definitely not least, Big Black Cock!”
The gasp from the audience was audible and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a half foot tall black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. The blonde left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, gags, clips, and other torture devices. The characters were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated. The Straight Man cringed. Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. She was more liberal with the whip than the other drivers,
