Chapter Fourteen
A Beginning & An End
So I nonchalantly cross to the s*x wardrobe. He remains seated, watching me with those eyes that miss nothing. He is probably thinking that everyone should have a s*x wardrobe, and he’d be right. Mine is in gloss black with an ornate curved top, and opens out to reveal hanging space and a rack for whips and such like, plus a chest below for all the s*x toys a budding Goddess of Discipline should need. It is totally at odds with the other sleek, square items of furniture in the room but that is the point. I had Bertrand put in for me before I had to kill him. Strange, I have no such urges now. It must happen though, as emptying a feeling as this is. Where is the red cloud now I need it to obliterate all other thoughts?
Opening the robe reveals a sur
