Thomas had a job walking dogs
& working in a paint store;
he went to art school at night &
learned to paint perfect circles;

the Dom came in wanting to buy
black paint to paint her dungeon;

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she asked if he could paint & he ,             said he could

said yeh;  once she was done w/
her last session he laid out drop
cloth & ladder & repainted the
place flat black from floor to
ceiling; she didn't need all the
paint                so he took it

home & carried i the paint cans up to his roof

& rolled out a huge canvas but
as he stood staring at the blank                 canvas
until           it started to rain              &      he was
soaked / he  hadn't moved for an
hour & when it stopped raining
        he went    downstairs w/ a       h        high        fever

& was stuck in bed hallucinating            for            a        two weeks
until feeling better & going back

to the roof he found hii      s                         can                vas
wrinkled & shriveled in the shap e
of a c girl laying           curled o r                                       f girl in a fetal
position; so startled,                       he ran;                      the
buzzer sounded & the *******
answered, "yes?"                                       "It's Tommy,"
he said, she let him in curious to
know what he                                                     e wanted; as soon as

she opened the                                     door he rushed her             not
even realizing that   fresh out of the shower,     all she wore      was a
sheer nightie                               & they collapsed to
the floor & she                    rolled over on top of                          him
& Tommy lost his senses; the next
h knew he was lashed to a wooden  X
& getting lashed across the back;
it felt so good & she let him t do it
h back to her & it felt GREAT;   after,

they made love like hum a n beings
w/ wincing from the welts on their
     backs;    Thomas took the well used    
whip home & up to the roof where                   he               dipped
the weathered rawhid into e int o the'

paint whipping the canvas until the sun\
broke through the clouds & the painting
screamed w/ uncontrollable black tears