Chapter Thirteen
Madam to my horror fitted a leather hood with no eye holes over my head. She did not know that I had a deep rooted fear of being blind, of losing my sight. Had she known, I was certain that it would not have changed her actions at all. She would have covered my eyes with no more compunction or concern than she would use to swat a fly.
Not because she was evil, but because fear is a control method and one that works very effectively with slaves. Create fear in the new slave first and obedience follows, show restraint later and love and adoration explodes in the slave.
Once the hood had been worked into place she then removed my ball-gag and then to silence me she zipped up my mouth whilst leaving me secured to the pillar.
Sounds penetrated my hood, sound of movement,
