Chapter Eighteen
Ruth sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She was naked to the waist. In her hand were two plastic clothes pegs, brightly coloured. She took a deep breath and attached one of the pegs to a n****e. She gasped. She put the other peg on the other n****e. The pegs were strong and the pain was considerable.
Miss Flora had given her the pegs and told her she had to practice with them. “You must get used to pain,” she said. “Most of our clients like to play rough with our girls. They pay well for the privilege of watching you suffer.”
“Why do they like it so much?” Ruth asked. “Isn’t it cruel?”
“Some people have that mentality. It’s a power thing. They like the feeling of being able to do as they please with a submissive little cunt. I’m not sure one can ever expla
