Chapter Eight
I had watched Clair struggling to wheel one of our large yellow-wheeled bins around to the back of the kitchen. Satisfied she applies the wheel brakes and lifts the large lid. I notice that a hasp has been screwed through the plastic lid, which can now be padlocked shut.
My bleeper sounds; Mai is requesting that I attend. I walk the short distance to Mai’s office; with total disregard for Mai’s feelings and need for order, I sit on her desk edge, looking down at the naked, kneeling young woman, which Mai, as agreed, wants to introduce to me.
I always like the feeling of looking down on a slave whilst understanding their wants and needs clearly, but this young woman puzzles even me, not that I am shocked by her desires. I have encountered many different pathways to satisfac
