“I think,” said Master, as if he could read Emma’s thoughts, “that I should like you to show your appreciation of Gwendoline’s efforts on your behalf. She was most insistent, right from the start, that you were the right one.”
“I should be happy to honour her in any way I can,” Emma said.
Master caught hold of Emma by the hair, twisting it into a tight knot in his fist. It wasn’t exactly painful, but Emma felt like a kitten held by the scruff of the neck, quite helpless. Master pushed her off the chair on to her knees. Gwendoline unstrapped the dildo from round her waist and Emma saw that Gwendoline’s pubis was shaved entirely smooth. In the centre of her mons was the tattoo of a letter M, in Gothic script. And piercing the hood of her c**t was a little silver ring. Emma wondered if she
