Chapter Five
One morning Katherine dreamed that she lay naked, spread-eagled in a candlelit room hung with tapestries, tied with golden cords to a great pile of green silk pillows beneath a large ceiling mirror. The air was filled with the lustrous glow of innumerable candles, and in the hazy light she could just discern the designs of the tapestries. They depicted perverted scenes of eroticism which made Katherine blush fiercely—but which made her want to look more.
All of the secret, hidden fantasies of her innermost soul seemed to hang in view, tempting her most carnal passions. She strained to touch herself, to relieve the erotic tensions mounting within her young body, but her bonds held firm. Though she craved the feel of her own silky flesh more than sanity itself, she was helples
