Chapter Eight – Maid
At the last moment, Kathy remembered the whip. She held it between her teeth as Kim had instructed. The taste and smell of leather brought a warm rush to her crotch and she felt her p***y moisten. At the Facility, the pain of the whip was usually accompanied by the slow spinning of the brushes inside the c******l cap. She knew that for Abul’s amusement, she would be beaten tonight. She wondered who would whip her and if Abul would let the brushes turn.
Unsteadily she climbed the basement stairs thinking that soon she was to be whipped here in her own house. She would even ask to be whipped. Only seven months ago she and Jeff had hosted a splendid dinner party for all of their friends. There was a great deal of laughter and everyone had become a bit drunk. She recal
