Chapter Twenty Six
Nancy
“You have heard the old saying before, a bird in a gilded cage. That was my life. Gold bracelets were riveted around my wrists, gold shackles on my ankles, a golden belt hugged my waist. I even had gold up my ass. Master Sadim had explained to me that he had been married to gold diggers twice, and was pleased by the irony; that the love of gold had led to my enslavement. The plugs hooked into my ass became a constant irritation. Gold is heavy, and I could not have retained them without the belt to bear some of the weight. The way that the belt rode my hips caused the shafts to pivot and sway inside with every step I took. Climbing a flight of stairs became a subtle exercise in self -rape.
“My friends call me chatty Cathy,’ my handler had said by way of introduct
