Chapter Fourteen
My Next Uniform
Our bizarre yet boring schedule of existence continued for months on end, while we were exercised, educated in the ways of the Middle East and our Hareem in particular; all the while punished regularly, and never getting to see our Master except when prepared and taken in chains to his chamber. Each time I was assigned as his Love Slave, he treated me with the same casual cruelty he had the first time, but I began to look forward to those occasions, for they were the only times that I got away from the oppressive confines of the Hareem.
More months slipped away, until one day the Mistress made her regular appearance and, after inspecting us all and checking our progress with our lessons, she called my name.
“Slave Henderson, please step forward.”
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