The Blacksmith's Daughter

With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers. For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com P.O. Box 632 Richland, MI 49083 USA Email Comments: comments@pinkflamingo.com Dr. Winthrop Samuels My name is Dr. Winthrop Samuels. Some of you readers may remember the name, and me, from the ‘Suspension Bondage’ affair, in which I accommodated the curious penchants of Ms. Sunny Sudenskaya. If not, I offer some background... I am a doctor. I have a medical degree but never see patients. With my graduate studies in engineering I work in medical research... orthopedic devices... replacement joints mainly. So I have forgone the general practice of medicine... the moans and groans of the hypochondriacs, the sniffles of spoiled children, the miserably living and the soon to be dying... for a less exciting but equally lucrative career in designing, testing and ultimately selling very precise and expensive devices... for the most part knees and hips. Yes, it’s not overly exciting. Lots of testing, lots of data to evaluate, meeting after meeting, hour after hour before the Cad cam terminals (computer aided design, computer aided manufacturing)... lots of waiting as prototypes wear in clinical trials. I suppose it’s this prosaic professional career that has fostered a sort of ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’ lifestyle, my social life quite the contrast. You see, I am a sadist. And though I do not announce, broadcast, wear such on my sleeve so to speak, my own proclivities are known within the New York D/s clubs where, under my middle name, the nom de guerre ‘Haig’, folks of my ilk gather nights and weekends and fervently endeavor to satiate the masochists... and doing so, ironically, by assuring that they are never really satiated. Yes, Dr. Winthrop and Mr. Haig, not the literary ring of the classic Robert Louis Stevenson story but somewhat analogous. Whereas I keep a low profile at these fetishist gatherings, playing the role of curious observer more than active participant, I am known from time to time to arrange for a private tete a tete when the right morsel of quivering flesh proves to be tempting. My good friend, Louise Flanner, aka Nurse Rachet, assists. More outgoing, more active in the scene, she will on occasion steer my attention. Louise is polysexual, able to obtain equal glee in tormenting both the genders... and those in between. So she keeps her eye out. And whereas I can’t say she sends me her rejects, there are little strumpets in need of discipline who seek correction from ‘Daddy’. So as with Sunny Sudenskaya, I accommodate, briefly adopting and offering correction on a given Saturday night, but rarely in such an intriguing manner as assuming ownership, as with Sunny. And so there comes the affair which I mnemonically refer to as ‘the blacksmith’s daughter’. Louise recommended that the girl talk to me and also called me to recommend highly that I agree to see her. Of course, I inquired about the nature of this proposed meeting, desiring my private life to be as confidential as possible. Louise is one of only a handful of people who know both the details of my vanilla life and my deviant social activities. When attending social events I am ‘Haig’, my middle name... never Winthrop or Winnie. And never ever ‘doctor’. I have much invested in my medical license and intend to keep it.