They turned puta around and had her stand with her back against the Wheel and put her hands over her head. “Who do you think will touch the water first?” Master asked. Herr Dunkler’s voice called out, “Remember, you have five rotations of the Wheel and then until the last slave is released to make your bets and cast your votes.”
Master said firmly, “Let’s go,” and walked over to the tent where the voting and betting was taking place. Both of them passed over the surface of the water twice without making contact. “Watch very carefully now,” he intoned seriously, “ and witness the punishment cycle of the Dunklermeister Ferris Wheel. She smiled and gave a deep sigh as the pulses stimulated her nipples. When it was finally announced that slave peasant was the Slave of the Wheel, Master muttered, “There goes a hundred dollars.” I didn’t ask him who he bet on. I don’t know if he screamed or grunted or anything because his face was the first thing to go under the water. Several of the Masters and Mistresses glared at her for not walking in her proper place three steps behind, but several– who knew Master’s love for precious– just smiled. He didn’t say anything and it was difficult to tell if he was at all excited.
