Over the following week I slowly accommodated myself to the fact that I had become a life-term prisoner in Alexandra’s soon-to-be expanded harem. My hope and desire that I would be her lifetime slave girl had certainly come true, but not as I wanted! Her stated intent that I was to be only one of a dozen girls she kept in her private prison was a corrosive and nearly mind-destroying emotional bomb shell that drove me into even other hour’s long fits of struggle to escape my bonds, but of course nothing happened other than exhausting myself and eventually ending up in a huddled, crouching pile of silently weeping, steel-harnessed and chain-leashed womanhood. My emotional state was awful, but added to that was my ever growing s****l frustration and my desperation to be allowed even simple sp
