Chapter Sixteen
For the first time that I can recall, I am awake before Mrs. Kraft. I slip silently out of bed, throwing a loving glance back at the sleeping Chrissy, and tiptoe down the hall. There is silence in Mrs. Kraft’s room. I yield to temptation and open the door a crack to peek inside.
Piglet and her Mistress are in bed together, limbs so intertwined that I cannot tell which is whose. Mrs. Kraft is still wearing her strap on, and from their position, I suspect that she has fallen asleep with the instrument still penetrating her slave.
Piglet wakes when she hears the door open, and I see her eyes go wide when she sees me. She is still a stranger here, and no one has given her any rules to follow yet. For all she knows, I may be coming for her. I just smile and put a finger to m
