CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Hour of her Greatest Distress
The symbol of the Braided Whip was carved into the wooden mantel above the door to the great hall. Lizzy stood for some moments waiting to enter, feeling herself grow strangely faint; all eyes seemed focused her way. Then Jonathan tugged on the leashes and she started forward, hobbling slowly, just as she’d hobbled up the stairs and through the foyer, feeling foolish and ill at ease, self conscious of every move, aware of how she was being led like an animal. The chain that tugged her clitorial ring pulled wickedly on her s*x. The soreness of the new piercing only amplified as Jonathan urged her on. He remained patient with her slow progress but unyielding in his requirements. Once inside the vast space, they proceeded to a cleared area i
