Chapter Eleven The Offer
A light rain had begun to fall as I drove home from Mistress Victoria’s dungeon that night. My mind was fractured. Part of me was drained. Another part of me was somehow both physically and mentally aroused. Simultaneously, a gloomy cloud of shame hung over my head. How could I, the consummate professional, drop my guard and allow myself to partake in such a display of brutality towards another person? Were we taking advantage his vulnerability and reinforcing destructive behaviors or were we in some deranged way improving his mental wellbeing. The psychologist part of me felt concerned for Marty. I actually felt responsible. Pity, shame, concern and intrigue poked at my conscience. Intrigue poked at me the hardest and began to lure me in.
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