Chapter Twenty
A True Sadist Part One
It was torture time. It was subtle torture to be sure but torture non-the-less. The b***h was a dyed-in-the-wool sadist. Of course, she had told me that before I had agreed to be her live-in maid but I had no idea. I thought that meant that she liked to top and got off on humiliating men and whipping them when they displeased her. I didn’t know she truly meant that what got her off was pushing some poor bastard beyond his limits until he was blubbering. Taking a whole person and breaking them.
Anyway, subtle torture time was almost every night after dinner. I would stand at attention about three feet in front of the couch while she read her book. I was dressed in my maid’s uniform. A short frilly dress that did little to cover my ass or genitals, br
