Chapter Ten
Today was the day. Madame Hannah placed me back in the tiny cell where I had spent many an hour in silent contemplation. No gag filled my mouth or hood covered my head. Still, my arms strained within an armbinder and a collar wrapped my neck. Hannah had fed me like that as I knelt before her, tiny bits of succulent fresh fruit passing from her generous hand to my greedy mouth. As I ate Hannah announced it was time to learn about slave rules. I responded I didn’t understand. Hadn’t I already learned the rules, whatever they were with whatever mistress I was with at the time? She smiled, assured me that all would become clear, then left me in the dark. From outside, through the tiny speakeasy panel she said today was the end of innocence.
What the hell did that mean? Was she gi
