Chapter Four
Freedom
Catherine Roman saved more indignities for me until the next morning. When I awoke, sore and bruised, I realized my dilemma: Psychologically, I craved having my goddess crush me under her heels. Physically, I doubted I could take it.
“What are you thinking about?”
I rolled over and looked up into her haughty, serene face. “Great Czarina.”
She wore a black leather mini-dress. The pounding in my head intensified.
“Catherine the Great preferred ‘Empress,’ but you may call me Czarina.”
“Thank you! I am so happy to be your Princess. Glad you’re tired of Martha, er, Martin.”
“Actually, I still like him.”
“Oh?”
“Martha is darling, but I need an experienced banker.”
“You’re fond of him?” Sitting up, I noticed I my nakedness.
Handing me a pink nightgown, Mrs. Roman
