At 11:43am, Senator Richard Blake was briskly walking towards the hotel elevator. The last three days had been something of a blur dealing with the absolute shitfight going on inside the party ever since Jonathan’s little stunt in the Senate. All the senior members were pushing to throw him out of the party immediately, and Blake concurred. Jonathan hadn’t been returning anybody’s calls. Senator Blake was quite surprised, then, when it was not Jonathan but his wife that finally reached out to him.

“Can I see you? We need to talk.” the message read.

Richard had been intrigued. Maybe she’s finally sick of that asshole taking her for granted, he thought. The first time he’d laid eyes on that hot piece of ass he almost ripped a hole in his pants. He was more than happy to lend a sympathetic ear to her in private. If it all went well he’d be giving her a lot more than that.

“Of course. Where do you want to meet?” he replied.

“The Marquis. Room 314.”

Richard still couldn’t believe his luck as he approached the door to the room. He straightened his tie and knocked on the door. The door opened. Adrienne stood behind it, smiling that oh-so-sexy smile and wearing a criminally short black dress. Richard almost drew blood from his lip. Jonathan had mentioned she’d been at the gym a lot lately, but Richard was almost delirious looking at her.

“Oh Senator, I’m so glad you came. Come in, come in,” she said. He wasted no time complying with her request.

“It’s good to see you again, Adrienne. Jonathan hasn’t been in touch. I was worried about you.”

“That’s so sweet. But don’t worry about him, Richard. I’m here to see you,” she said, locking the door. Not wasting any time, he thought. He walked over and took a seat on the bed.

“What is it you needed to talk about?”

“I have something to show you, Senator. Take a seat,” she said. She sauntered sexily over to the bedside table and grabbed something out of her leather handbag. Richard might have paid more attention to what she was retrieving, but his eyes were completely glued to her ass.

“I like what I’m seeing so far,” he said, sitting down on the chair.

Adrienne grabbed the pouch and the Whip and started the incantations.

“Pardon?”

She ran her hand across the length of the Whip, then turned and walked towards him, the item clasped behind her back.

“Close your eyes, Senator,” she said. He did as she asked. He was more than willing to see where this was all going. “You know, Jane has told me a thing or two about what you like,” she whispered into his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Suddenly, he was struck by the most exquisite pain he had ever experienced. He fell forward off the chair and onto all fours. He was struck again, and again. His nerves struggled to transmit this incredible Black sensation through his body fast enough to keep up. His mind started drifting away. Suddenly, the perfect Black Whip spoke to him.

“Tell me, Richard” it said, “are you a good listener?”