Chapter Seven
On the train to Paris, I have more embarrassment to suffer. Billy delights in showing me off to whoever he can engage in sexually charged conversations. I’m learning to become more compliant, and most of all to give up my anger in favor of experiencing the thrill of being his s*x toy. It’s best if I submerge myself in him, focus solely on my fiancé. My paradox. I give up my rights to feel anything of my own, and my body responds with joy raining like a torrential summer downpour. I learn this discipline a step at a time. It’s not easy and I stumble more than I’d like. My anger soars, but once I’m corrected for my failure, my submissive feelings return more abundant than ever. There, I have my greatest satisfaction.
The second evening of our journey through Europe, I assume
