Slut-boy’s head was spinning with all this. But Mistress poured relentlessly on.
“We’ll want you near enough to be handy at all times, so you will live in the linen closet off the master bedroom. After dinner, you will be converting this into a sturdily locking cell. I’ve got new timbers, hinges, hasps and bolts for you to use. Now I know this room is only about two feet by four in area, but you’ll be able to curl up on the floor to sleep. I hope. Anyway, that will be when you perform well. When you fail to satisfy us, or give us cause to punish you or maybe when we just feel mean, we have these—”
Mistress held up the most diabolical objects of her afternoon search. On the one hand was a set of padded shackles connected to a heavy ringbolt, and on the other was a six-food long polished o
