Chapter Six
Dara
Though Pepper & Sugar is closed on Sundays I still have a busy day planned. Luckily I wake up wonderfully refreshed. The same can’t be said for my slave however. Though his limberness and a lifetime of training have inured him remarkably to the trials of bondage, last night I outdid myself. His torso is so radically bowed, his elbows and forearms lashed so tightly together and his neck so cruelly extended by the rope connecting his hair and nuts that it’s obvious he got little or no rest. Beads of sweat tremble on his forehead and darken his hair and his entire body quivers with the stress of his extreme hogtying. Hours of miserable suffering suffuse his red-rimmed but still loving gaze and seeing me come awake he at last allows the whimpering he has considerately suppre
