Chelsea excused herself so she could prepare for her client and to change into an outfit that was more appropriate for the occasion. I retreated from the play space to the control room. The entrance was at the back of the dungeon at the top of a wrought iron spiral staircase. With my heart pounding in my chest as if it were desperate to escape my rib cage I slowly ascended the steps. As I cautiously grasped the cold steel hand rales, I looked over my left shoulder into the dungeon and thought to myself, “College text books make this world seem so clinical. This is very far from being clinical.”
After reaching the landing at the top of the stairs I knocked on the door. Jeremy opened the door and greeted me warmly, “Hello Ms. Barbara. Please come in. Mistress Victoria will start her session
