Chapter Twelve
Make Mine A Double
There is nothing else for it but to attempt to regain the ascendency. There is nothing for it but to go clubbing. My head won’t stop spinning. There is the all-consuming anger and bitterness at the way I’ve been rejected by my Mistress tutor, not to mention my failure under her to ascend to any kind of status as a dominatrix. Then there are all the questions. Why would he send me the filthy texts? Why would he want me to know it was him? How could it have been him when the messages were often so specific to me? The more all this whirls around my head the less I think I can even begin to focus and try to find the answers. I need gorgeous people in wonderful fetish-wear to distract me. I need loud music with heavy bass beats to make me feel youthful and ho
