Chapter Five
“If a woman clearly takes charge, knows her mind, her story, a man will gratefully lay down his burden of power at her feet, and sigh like Atlas taking the world off his aching shoulders.”
- Harriet Rubin, The Princessa
Archer
Walking through the crowded airport, clad only in his loincloth, which was tented out by his still-hard c**k, Archer felt a redoubling of his humiliation.
He’d thought nothing could be as bad as his initial slave punishment, but that was before the media—professionals. Millions of people might be watching the tape, but at least he didn’t have to see them. The auction was bad, but people were there specifically for the purpose of dealing with slaves.
The airport was entirely different. People were at the airport for their own reasons, on their own a
