Chapter Seven
“She’s coming around again.”
My head felt like lead. What happened to just drifting off to sleep? I had to pee, my arms ached, my legs were weak. I could hardly move, but I had to.
Someone kind decided I was in distress as I groveled unhappily on the bed. The chains attached to my cuffs were unclamped and I was tugged to my wobbly feet. The soggy panties were pulled from my mouth, their departure leaving a cottony aftertaste.
I expected some civility from these button-down weak-kneed corporate warriors. But as soon as I was finished taking care of my personal needs—which had to remain minimal, I was tied to a makeshift whipping post that was placed at one end of a very plush office. I could see outside, beyond a long series of frameless windows looking out to the sky and
