“Ms. Slut, you in the chains, strapped to my bench, are you listening to me?” The voice came out of the blue while the rest of my surroundings, once a dull roar of music and voices, quieted.
Was it proper to speak? I wondered, baffled. I gazed around, looking for a face; there was none.
“Yes, it’s right to answer,” I quickly had my answer from that unseen someone.
“Yes, I am listening,” I called out. My own rasping voice sounded strange and distant.
“You can call me Master, slut!” the voice demanded.
“Yes, Master,” I said. The word seemed odd inside my mind, odder still when I spoke it aloud.
“Give her the nose ring,” the next command was for someone else, though the message only intensified my arousal. Moments later, someone clamped a silver-dollar-sized ring into my nose above
