Lying in Wait
So here I lie. After crawling about, collared and leashed, Miss Rica tied me off and I remained on all fours as I heard the sounds of her extricating the morning shift supplicant from the potty box.
Then it became my turn and she tugged as I crawled within, suffering several snaps of the quirt as the leash was removed and I lowered myself to the tiling and twisted about... just as I so often did in Room One. It seems one can ever move quickly enough for a woman like Miss Rica.
Though sightless, the box feels like a duplicate of that at Second Street, I must assume the only difference being it is placed in an enclosed stall for a woman’s modesty.
I listened as to whomever preceded me was showered... an apparent necessity... then dressed by Miss Rica and returned to regular
