“Little Sister, Little Sister” the chanting continued, slow and soft. Then, the gentle leading hand, itself encased in a purple sleeve which led to like colored robe, surrounded my wrist in a leather cuff, the other one too, and lifted them behind me to a strappado position. My ankles were leather cuffed and locked to a shiny steel spreader bar. Forced to lean forward, a cold draft wafted up my short skirt to my bare p***y.
“Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister.” The pace of the chants rose, grew in power. “Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister, Lit-tle ...Sis...TER!”
Purple Robe held up her hands. Like a suddenly thrown switch, the chanting stopped. Purple Robe stood beside me, a satin gloved hand rested on my head. Then, as if I didn’t already know who she w
