“Has Master commented on the tightness of your cunt?” Mrs Bradshaw demanded.
Though it no longer troubled Emma much to be naked in front of this woman, such direct and intimate questions were still shocking to her.
“No, Mrs Bradshaw,” she said, blushing.
“Well, perhaps that means he is satisfied. If not he would have said something, I am sure. And what about your anus? Has he used it?”
Emma felt herself going redder than ever. It was shaming to have her most intimate places the subject of such intrusive inquiries.
“Yes, Mrs Bradshaw, he has.”
“And?”
“He said that you had done well with the treatment. With the plug.”
Mrs Bradshaw allowed herself a faint smile of satisfaction. “Did he, indeed? Well, we must make sure you are well turned out for this evening.”
From a drawer she took
