Chapter Eleven
The next half hour felt rather odd to Priscilla. On the one hand, she was doing something she had done almost every day for her whole life, which was working with a senior woman in a kitchen preparing food for a male Master. The tropes of this activity were second nature to her—the myriad mutual accommodations of shared female duties, where small considerations accounted for a lot in creating an atmosphere of shared friendliness and cooperation. On the other hand, she and Evelyn were still stark naked, both freshly enamaed, spanked, worked out, showered, and joyously f****d. Further, both were promised an afternoon of erotic diversion in which the new bride had been casually informed she was to be introduced to a new menu of erotic punishments. In addition to which, she had
