Chapter Five
How Baamu Takes His Pleasure
When Sappho got back to the Island she was exhausted.
Her body was bruised and her skin was broken in myriad places; the wheals on her backside had stiffened into swellings and her orifices had been stretched immeasurably.
She needed more than rest: Sappho needed recuperation, massage and a lot of physiotherapy but she also needed emotional nurturing and some reassurance that she was valued as a person and not just as an elegant, eloquent and exotic f**k-bag.
For the first few days she slept long and often; she ate alone in her quarters and was bathed and salved by her team of attendants. One of these was a petite, young, Asian lady whose large round eyes never left Sappho and, as soon as Sappho looked in her direction, her face would break in
