The pointer spun around and around before finally coming to a stop on one of the black sections. A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Reynolds' face. "Looks like it's my choice this time," he said with a mischievous wink. "And since there is only one item left, aside from the mystery option," he added with a sly grin, "I will pick flogging."

He arose from the sofa and went to the cherry cabinet, opened it, and carefully selected a flogger. “Come with me, my dear,” he said, holding his hand out towards her. Amanda’s eyes were wide fixated on the flogger as she got up and took his hand. He led her down a long hallway into a room and flicked on the light. Amanda's eyes widened and she gasped as she took in the strange equipment around the room. There were padded benches with straps, a large X-shaped frame on one wall, and various hanging chains and restraints. She felt a mix of fear and curiosity at the sight.

Mr. Reynolds guided her to the center of the room where there were a pair of leather cuffs anchored to the floor. "Stand here and spread your legs apart, my dear," he instructed gently. Amanda moved into position, and Mr. Reynolds knelt down and fastened the padded leather cuffs to each of her ankles. “Lift your arms above your head, please,” he directed. Amanda complied, and he restrained her wrists in cuffs hanging from the ceiling.

Amanda's body trembled as she stood naked and unable to move in the center of the room. She felt exposed and helpless under Mr. Reynolds' scrutinizing gaze as he circled around her, his phone in hand, capturing photos of her naked submissive body. He casually placed his phone into a holder on top of a tripod, setting the phone to record. Amanda's heart raced with fear and confusion; her skin prickled with goosebumps as she braced herself for whatever was to come next.

"I'm going to start gently," he explained, running the soft leather tails of the flogger over her bare back and bottom. "If it becomes too much, just say 'red' and I'll stop immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Reynolds," Amanda replied softly, her heart racing with anticipation.

The first strike was light, more of a caress than a blow. The leather strands danced across her skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Amanda gasped softly at the unfamiliar feeling.

Mr. Reynolds continued with gentle strokes, gradually increasing the force. Each impact sent little jolts of sensation through Amanda's body. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying the rhythmic strikes, her body relaxing into the experience. As the flogging intensified, Amanda felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading across her skin. She gasped and moaned softly, her back arching slightly to meet the blows.

Mr. Reynolds alternated between her back, bottom, and thighs, never striking too hard in one area. The repetitive impacts built a steady warmth that radiated through her. To her surprise, she found herself becoming aroused, her nipples puckering and her pussy growing slick.

"You're doing well, baby girl," he praised, pausing to run a soothing hand over her reddened skin.

His words and his touch sent a thrill through Amanda. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be beaten. "Please don’t stop," she whimpered.

Mr. Reynolds obliged, slightly increasing the force of his strikes. The gentle warmth gave way to a more intense stinging sensation. Amanda cried out, her body jerking against the restraints. But underneath the pain was a growing pleasure, each impact causing waves of desire; her pussy was throbbing.

He continued flogging her, alternating between hard strikes and softer, teasing strokes. Amanda's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body. The pain and pleasure blurred together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. She felt herself just on the verge of orgasm, so close but just maddingly out of reach.

When Mr. Reynolds determined she had had enough, he stopped setting the flogger down. He moved in close behind her, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Such a good girl, taking your punishment." His hand slid around her waist, fingers sliding down her abdomen to stroke her dripping pussy. "My, my, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Amanda whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "I need to cum."

Mr. Reynolds chuckled softly. "Not yet, my dear. I have one more surprise for you."

He moved away briefly, and Amanda heard the sound of a drawer opening. He returned, standing directly in front of her. “Look me in the eyes,” he instructed as he slowly pushed a vibrator into her slick opening.

Amanda's eyes widened, and she gasped as the toy penetrated her, sliding easily into her throbbing pussy. Mr. Reynolds flicked a switch, and the vibrator hummed to life. The intense vibrations sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

"Oh god," Amanda moaned, her legs trembling. The combination of the lingering sting from the flogging and the powerful vibrations inside her was overwhelming.

Mr. Reynolds, his eyes filled with lust, watching her writhe in rapture. His free hand reached up to pinch and roll her left nipple between his fingers.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he commanded. "Show me how much you love being my plaything. My slut."

Amanda's entire body began to quake, muscles tensing and twitching, her body writhing uncontrollably from the intense pleasure coursing through her. The vibrations inside her pussy combined with the pinching of her nipples and his words, that she was his plaything, his slut, propelled her into a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" she cried out, her back arching as much as the restraints would allow. Her vaginal walls clenched rhythmically around the vibrator as she came hard, fluid gushing out of her pussy around the toy and running down her thighs.

Her multiple orgasms seemed to go on forever; each time she thought it was subsiding, another wave would crash over her. Amanda's cries of euphoria filled the room as Mr. Reynolds continued to work the vibrator inside her, drawing out the sensations.

Finally, when she could take no more, Amanda gasped out, "Please... stop... too much..."

“I think you have a few more in you,” a devious glint flickering in his eyes as he pressed a button, altering the pattern of the vibrator and intensifying the buzzing sensation. With a sly smile, he began to rapidly fuck her with the toy, plunging it deeper while moving it around inside her.

Amanda screamed as a series of intense orgasms ripped through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and she sagged in her restraints, overcome by the relentless pleasure. Tears streamed down her face as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over her.

"Please," she sobbed. "I can't take anymore!"

Mr. Reynolds clicked off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it from her twitching pussy. Amanda's body convulsed with aftershocks, soft whimpers escaping her lips. He set the slickened vibrator on top of the cabinet, then stopped the recording and placed the phone in his pocket.

He returned to Amanda and gently stroked her hair, murmuring words of praise. "My sweet baby girl," he said softly. "I'm so proud of you."

He carefully released her from the restraints, catching her as her wobbly legs gave out. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her back to the living room, laying her gently on the leather sofa. Amanda enjoyed the feel of the coolness of the leather on the tingling skin of her back and bottom from the flogging.

Mr. Reynolds knelt down beside the couch, his hand lightly caressing her cheek. "How do you feel?" he asked.

Amanda took a moment to catch her breath before answering. "I feel... I don't even know how to describe it," she said softly. "It was intense. Overwhelming actually. But also... unreal, amazing. I can’t believe how many times you made me cum."

He smiled, clearly pleased with her response. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You seem to have become quite the eager little slut,” he said affectionately.

With a weak smile, Amanda closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Her mind was a blur of emotions and thoughts, trying to make sense of what she had become. She couldn't deny the truth in his words—she had become a pleasure-craving slut, giving into her carnal desires without any hesitation or remorse. Mr. Reynolds covered her with a light blanket and sat in the chair across from her reading a book and watching her sleep.

After an hour or so, Amanda awoke and looked around, momentarily confused at where she was. She slowly sat up, the blanket falling away, exposing her nakedness. She smiled at Mr. Reynolds as he set down his book on the adjacent end table. “How- how long was I asleep?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head and feeling a slight twinge of lingering discomfort from the flogging.

“Only about an hour, but it is getting late and you should probably be getting home. Your mother might start to worry.” Mr. Reynolds responded.

Amanda nodded and got up, locating her discarded clothing and got dressed. Mr. Reynolds walked her to the front door. As he opened the door, he said, “I really enjoyed our time together today. Please be here Saturday evening at 7:30 and we will do the final section on the wheel, the question mark."

Amanda's stomach fluttered with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. "O-okay," she stammered. "What should I wear?"

Mr. Reynolds smiled enigmatically. "It really doesn’t matter, sweetheart, you won’t be wearing it very long.” He gave her a little pat on the bottom as she left.

The following evening when Amanda was out with her friends, her father was talking with her mother at the dinner table. “I have to go over to Mr. Reynolds’ house again on Saturday night. Something about some presentation, and that was the only time he could get the speaker.”

“That’s too bad. Saturday is the night of the Johnston’s yearly barbecue,” her mother said.

“Well, I don’t have to be at his house until 8:00, so I can go for a while. At least long enough to have some of his famous brisket,” her father responded, his mouth salivating.

“It will just be the two of us. Amanda said she is going to the opening night of some Marvel movie with Jenny. I guess it is some kind of big deal,” her mother said with a shrug.

That night, as the moon shone through her bedroom window, Amanda's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about Saturday evening. What was behind the question mark on the wheel? She tossed and turned, unable to sleep as scenarios played out in her head. Would it be another glory hole setup? Or something more… intimate? The possibilities both terrified and aroused her, causing a swirl of conflicting emotions to churn within her. One thing she knew for sure was she didn’t have to worry about her father being there this time. Saturday was the night of the Johnston family's annual barbecue, and her dad never missed out on Mr. Johnston's famous brisket.