Chapter Twelve
So truly began my new life underground, and of course, that first stretch without Goddess Julia rapidly became an intolerable torture. If the stress of being locked for hours in the stocks was bad, then that of being hung from my wrenched up and back arms and legs was truly horrific. There was no handcuff key available to free me, and no blindfold to scrape off when the darkness became too oppressive.
Unlike the play bondage I’d engaged in at my apartment, I couldn’t roll or even writhe deliciously around in perverted arousal. Suspended from my shackles by a single chain, even the least bit of struggling would start me swaying and spinning. Even in unrelieved darkness, (the slave who’d brought the last branding iron had closed the furnace door, depriving us of even that su
