Chapter Nine
It was certain that things were changing for Jolie. She could feel the substance of herself evolve. She was blending with the climate and the women who ministered to her and even thinking more fondly of the man who owned her fate. She thought of him as master now, less as Patrick, her captor. But she would not tell him so. She remained cordially aloof and distant in his presence.
Jolie’s ass continued to be worked with enemas every day, and regular spankings from Patrick when he was there to conduct the sessions. After several weeks, she looked forward to the procedure. She’d discovered the physical joys and wanted more—even when Patrick ordered longer holding periods, and more strident spankings, and bondage she found painful.
Late one evening, when she lay down to slee
