Chapter Twelve
Disciplined
Long weeks followed in a boring repetition of the same schedule, until one day our Mistress arrived, leashed and controlled as usual. Her stringent bondage and control by the Eunuch was a sight we had become accustomed to when she minced carefully to the centre of the chamber and shook her head vigorously, making her ear ring bells and n****e bells chime out. The chains connecting her wrists to her ‘Belt flashed in loops of flailing, musical, clinking fire when she did, signalling us that we were to gather around.
“Slave Girls,” she said loudly, “you have been in this Hareem long enough now to accumulate a number of demerit points for not performing as required. Your day of reckoning has arrived. You will now each be taken to your ‘meditation’ chambers, where
