Rose tried to dance away from the torture, but her bound wrists gave her nowhere to go.
“You aren’t trying to escape, are you?” Steffie asked.
“No, Mistress Kim.”
Steffie stepped closer and laid her fingers on the side of Rose’s face. Rose noticed that her trainer was wearing thin leather gloves. They must have been driving gloves because they were smooth and almost delicate. Steffie had come prepared for playing with the slave. She wore a tight white sleeveless blouse thin enough to show the black lace bra beneath. Her pants were also tight and surprisingly made of some common fabric, not leather. She did wear leather knee-high boots with an impressive heel. The boots brought her up almost to Rose’s height. As she stroked Rose’s cheek, Steffie became pensive. “You are pretty. You have
