Chapter Twelve
Threesome
On another Friday evening, at 7:55 p.m., three months into her stay, Gail, naked, cuffed and collared, headed down the basement steps. On reaching bottom she walked another three feet then turned around. Last month Roth had made a slight change in the procedure, moving the time of her punishment from nine p.m. to eight, even though his train from the city didn’t arrive until 8:15. Only one other person had the key to the Punishment Room and that was whom she was waiting for.
She didn’t have to wait long. Gail had left the basement door open and soon the tall figure of her mistress appeared at the top of the stairs. As always, she was prompt. Gail listened to the clatter of her high heel shoes on the wooden steps; the whiff of some strong perfume floated down alo
