Chapter Six
Ilse
Knees to the rug and hands clasped in front of her, the German businesswoman waited in silence.
Just as he had instructed.
Her soon-to-be “Owner” not wishing, she knew, to have the rear view he so loved and abused obstructed.
The indignity of the position, in her own home, before a younger man who rented an apartment from her across the city, was not lost on the forty-year-old Bavarian and only her fear of disappointing him kept her in place.
A fear, nonetheless, she both welcomed and thrived upon; the levels of submissiveness her Indian master revealed to her as surprising as they were terrifying. The masterful young man intent on owning her peeling away layer upon layer of what she had thought were hardwired personality traits; stripping them away as if she were no
