Peter regarded the woman before him. He felt sorry for her. He wondered how she had managed to live with that man in such an erotically and physically unsatisfying a marriage. “I approve of your improvisations on my rather meager instructions. If there is one thing I can’t abide, it is an unimaginative submissive.”
“Thank you, Master!” Sigrid exclaimed. “I live to please you in every way.” She marveled at how quickly such a statement and the sentiment behind it had become of supreme importance to her.
For his part, Peter was more than surprised. Sigrid was a trained submissive, even if she had been badly served by the Count. Though he had known her for several years from the local b**m scene, other than that one play party, he had only had her last Sunday. Even so, his “Spidey sense,” hi
