She brought a crowd to the play space that was eager to watch the torture of a s*x slave. They witnessed her hurt, felt the fiery heat of my passion, and played their part in keeping my former girlfriend unsettled by their looming presence.
Sometimes Rachel’s eyes opened on the expressions of undisguised lust around her. Though she didn’t know this, the crowd of fifteen was a respectful one, far more respectful than the wild one in New York, which had been just seconds from stampeding toward my pilloried submissive and taking her at will. If I had only given the word.
These men and women had no such expectations. They hung back, ghoulishly so. I suppose some giving support as much as others upped the quotient of fright.
I toyed with her, nothing too painful for the first half hour as I
