Chapter Eight
Dinnertime, News & Sleep
I strutted slowly along the hall after her, the rattle of the short hobble chain being snapped tight between my ankles with my every tiny pace and a minute later we arrived at the dining room. I caught a brief glance of my father sitting at the head of the table, watching me being brought before him at the end of my leash. Frau Baxter stopped when I stood about a metre away, now no longer able to see him.
“Here is Kristal, Herr Strang. I trust that you find her Initial Training Costume to be in accordance with your wishes?”
“Indeed Frau Baxter!” he agreed heartily. “The ensemble is precisely what I had in mind for her first taste of rubber and control. You have done a wonderful job, dear lady, and I congratulate you.”
“My thanks, Herr Strang. Y
