“Turn to your left, about 10 o’clock and crawl forward until I tell you to stop.”
I head in that direction slowly with what I hope is feline grace. I’m not accustomed to crawling. I’ve always thought it beneath me. He must’ve sensed my hesitation.
I feel the slap of a crop on my back. I drop to my elbows as the sharp pain is reflected as a bright light behind my closed lids.
“You think you’re too good to crawl? Do you forget so easily what you are? You are property. Nothing more.” Another quick snap and the crop meets flesh again. This time, I’m prepared and stay on all fours.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” I crawl faster toward the 10 in my head.
“Stop now. Roll over on your back and be sure to expose yourself to our lovely guests.”
I lay on my back in what I believe is th
