Chapter Nineteen
Fantasies, Things To Come
I was unable to write to any of my friends for a few weeks because my Master’s computer had some difficulties with the ISDN card. Finally, on the 2nd of October 1998, my two hundredth and thirty-seventh day as a CCFL, it was on-line again, and I got to send some email.
Babs was my only contact with the outer world now, and Thomas had obviously designated my care to her. One evening, after I’d eaten, I spoke again with her about my situation here in the dungeon.
“Mistress Babs?” I asked, kneeling in front of the bars while she stood on the other side looking down at me, “Please? Please, Mistress Babs! Can you release me from the chains and harness and let me escape?”
“Of course not convict!” She smiled happily. “There is no chance of that ever
