Chapter Twenty-seven
As written, I have never become acclimated to moving about naked among the fully clothed serving staff. Now with collar and leash and hands bound, Ms. Powers seems to take great care to select the various hallways where our little parade is certain to be seen. Some of the male servants are returning from an evening at the local restaurant in town. Alcohol has emboldened their normally reserved glances. Two off duty guards stop and stare while Ms. Powers takes particular time to slow our walk and wish them a good evening.
Though somewhat embarrassed, overall I am happy at the Fatipton Estate. I recall our first meeting and her initial offer of employment.
It was during my third week of employment at the peep show that I spotted the advertisement. The mounting quarter
