In total frustration at being so thoroughly made captive and kept silenced, some of the girls threw themselves onto their cushions in a frenzy of silenced tears and heaving, naked shoulders, trying frantically, again, to tear off their chains, rings, shoes, and chastity belts. Of course, there was no way to remove the locked-on equipment without the correct keys and so we all remained deeply and intimately held captive. Eventually, they just lay snuffling and curled up, silently weeping and still pulling occasionally at their utterly secure fastenings and welded-on ‘jewellery’.
Much later in the evening the door to the chamber at the end of the long entry corridor hissed open and the Head Wife, our Mistress entered, escorted and controlled by a cruel-looking Eunuch of immense proportions.
