Chapter Twenty-Seven
Slippery Slope Part Two
My situation only got worse. Over the next week she barely spoke to me except to give me orders and she rarely had any contact with me except to whip me. The first time was the very next day when I foolishly responded with ‘huh?’ to one of her requests.
She had clearly been ready to discipline me as I barely had the word out of my mouth when she had me spun around and my hands cuffed. She then followed with a lead from the ceiling which forced my arms up and my head down, leaving my ass exposed. She finished off with a ball gag. I tried to protest but only muffled bleating came through the gag.
“I warned you about using that word, slave,” she said coldly, using a riding crop on my butt.
By the time she released me ten minutes later I vowed
