CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Strange sport at Baildon Abbey involving a wager and many dildos
After the lessons in flagellation, Sister Agnes came to collect me and took me to her bedroom saying that Mr. Povey had given permission for me to stay the night. I was concerned and asked Agnes to confirm she was certain that Povey had approved.
“I would not tell you an untruth, sweet girl,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.
“No Sister, I didn’t mean to imply that. I am simply afraid of the repercussions if there was any uncertainty.”
“Does he ill treat you, Matilda?”
“He treats me like a dog,” I said simply.
“How dreadful!”
“No, I mean it literally. I act as his guide dog. I wear a collar and he puts me on a lead and I crawl on all fours and communicate exactly like a dog. I am not allo
