Chapter TenThe filtered light through the decorator blinds caused dancing shapes on the bedroom walls. I sat on the edge of the bed, wishing the entire day was over. It should have been a happy day. I was receiving my Doctorate in Clinical Psychology with Honors. I repeated to myself that today should be a day to rejoice. It wasn’t. Four weeks ago, my Master, Dr. Peter Miles, had been invited to be the Commencement Speaker for graduation. We were packing for our Paris Trip when the doorbell rang. He walked to answer the door, saying; he would tell everyone in the audience that I was his submissive. I laughed and responded that I would walk naked to the podium and kneel beside him.
Two minutes later, a psychotic s****l predator, destined for prison because of my Master’s evaluation, stabbe
