“Take off your clothes,” he tells me. I still haven’t seen his face, or how he’s dressed. I find this thrilling, as if a stranger is mastering me. The fear rises steadily and the excitement makes my belly churn.
I’m soon nude, standing in an alcove made of several partitions, an unused pulley and ropes dangling overhead. Cameron and I just changed the design this morning, eliminating the suspended shelf that once floated in this spot. We left the rope to hang because we were too tired to take it down. How convenient for my master.
When it’s time to bind my hands, I’m turned around, given my first glimpse of Heinrich in six days. I look for distinguishing features on his face that might tell me if the man that came to dinner a week ago is still the one that will dominate me tonight. Givin
