Chapter Eight
Freda In Charge
Mistress had been good to her word on our return and I had spent another torture hour on the vault.
My back and buttocks had been spared for a few days before. However, I would show these scars of my subordinate role for dinner on the Saturday.
I was left alone to sleep, but early on Saturday morning I was placed back on the swing again. My legs and arms were splayed wide open, with my face down.
“Freda, I am going shopping, as I need some items of clothing to be a real street hooker, I think. Most of my stuff is too classy to work for what Machin said last week. If dinner is in hand, you can play with Machin as you see fit. I gift him to you, until I am back from shopping.”
“Mistress, thank you! Are there any things I can’t do to him?” Freda was very ex
