Chapter Twelve
The leather harness fit tightly against her body, under her clothes, of course. She wore it daily like she might a corset, but this garment so reeked with the scent and feel of s****l submission that there was no escaping the message it conveyed to her. Even her thoughts were swept up in the reality of her life as Gunnar’s slave. Every moment of her life, the leather straps made their presence known. In the boardroom, on coffee dates, a trip home to see her family, or a shopping trip in New York, the harness guided every thought, every action, every emotion.
Sophie’s Surrender, Marilyn Hayworth, 2003
Rachel…
The intense scene at the whipping post seemed to satisfy my captors and they left me alone for the next several hours.
I heard them whispering long into the night,
