Chapter Thirty-Five
“I think girls like you not only enjoy the degradation, but the sense of ceding control brings a thrill... does it not?”
It does, 128 long having acquiesced to the strange paraphilia of masochism. But she cannot reply. She lies supine, tongue swirling, lips glued to the magnificent steamy moist mons of noted movie actress Florence Gale.
Cabin 7 is equipped to enthrall libertines such as Miss Florence, for she sits on a curiously crafted chair, seat open so that the Nusquam subjugant lying below can perform oral servitude. Though not one to offer the correcting pain of the sjambok, Miss Florence does demand that the hierarchy of Nusquam be respected, 128 finding her wrist bands secured to rings embedded left and right at the base of the chair, her ankle bands clipped
