Chapter 17

When she'd reported to Sir in The Playground, he had a sheet laid out on the floor. There were two sheathed knives beside it, several lengths of twine, a pile of some light chain, and an unnervingly large number of wooden clothespins. Before she could even start to count them, Sir had the blackout mask on her, and was lowering her down to the floor, laying her on her back.

Almost immediately, she found the head of his cock brushing against her lips. She certainly did not need to be told what was expected of her, and welcomed the distraction from dreading whatever it was he had planned. She remembered him warning her that he had some sort of cruelty in store. Anita also recalled that on Friday, he'd mentioned wanting to do something to her that would leave persistent marks for several days. It seemed like whatever he had in mind was above and beyond the bruises and welts he'd already covered her with.