Chapter Seven
Arthur woke up early. He was back in his cage in the room and he could see that Emma was sleeping in the bed alone. The events of yesterday came rushing back to him in one long horrible stream of pounding memories. He had been pushed over the edge and enough was enough. He wanted to go home and he wanted it now.
“Emma, wake up,” he screamed, “wake up now. I want to go home. Wake up!”
Emma peeked her head up from under the covers and said, “Shut up, ‘faggot’, I’m trying to sleep.”
“No, Emma, I want to go home right now so wake up and let me out.”
Emma had only been a real Mistress for a few days but one thing was crystal clear to her. She was in charge and that naked slave crouching in the cage, who happened to be her husband in another life, had absolutely no rights. No
