Chapter Thirteen
It was dark and damp and foggy. Mist dipped and swirled through the air across the manicured lawns and grew thicker as it entered the surrounding forest. The dampness lent enough chill to the air to make the submissives uncomfortable in what little bits of clothing they had been permitted. Still blinking against the light of even this gloomiest of days, Lucy walked quietly behind her husband. She wore a pair of open-toed sandals and a pale green tunic, very much like those worn in Ancient Greece. This attire matched almost exactly what all the other slaves wore, varying only in color and fine details.
Groomsmen handed off horses to the Dominants as they arrived. In exchange, they were given the leashed slave and saw to their confinement cage several yards away at the far
