“Willingly exposed myself…I don’t think so,” she objected.
“But you didn’t fight it.”
“How could I? I was drugged.”
“To good effect, I think. But it wasn’t just the drugs. I was continually astounded by your resiliency. You kept hanging on… I could see that, I could feel it from you. You have no idea how much I wanted to clue you in on my secret, but I couldn’t risk it.
“I imagine that would be dangerous…” she agreed.
“Right… but don’t go thinking I’m some rescuing angel. I thought of a few atrocities on my own…the piercings for one. They loved that. And the enema. Oh, they liked that one a lot. The more humiliation the better. Even the collar and that zapper…”
“You did that too?”
“Actually, that one was not my inspiration, but I created the toys they used. The rest was up to them.
