Chapter Five
Another candystriper, a new one, startled Robin by entering his dungeon chamber. Lost in a fog of drug-induced sensuality, his c**k still an iron bar of aching need, his stomach dropped with fear as he realized his torment was about to start again. She unfastened him from the rack with cool efficiency, ignoring his erection.
“Your next training session is about to begin,” she announced. “Kneel on the floor, hands behind your back, head bowed, and wait. Keep your c**k hard. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” he gasped. What was going to happen now?
It was a long ten minutes—it felt much longer—until he saw the door handle move. It was Mistress Amber, looking cruel and dominant in her leather lingerie, and Mistress Veronica, the young tease he had encountered last night on his
