Chapter Fifteen
“Come in, Michelle,” Frieda said.
Arthur entered the room and curtseyed. Standing next to Miss Frieda was a chunky fiftyish looking woman with a flinty stare. Arthur dropped his eyes and waited.
“Step closer, girl,” Frieda demanded.
Arthur stepped forward until he was directly in front of Frieda. He curtseyed again.
“How may I assist you, Miss,” he said politely.
Ignoring him, Frieda turned to her companion and said, “Margo, this is Michelle our newest graduate. Lift your skirt, girl.”
Arthur hated this part but his training took over. He lifted his skirt. Frieda used her quirt to prod his caged d**k.
“Jesus!” Margo exclaimed, “that is painful looking.”
“It’s our new cage. Smaller and with a Prince Albert piercing that we run the hasp of the lock through to make su
