Chapter Three
As Hazel was driven up to the front door of the Bondage Hotel, she whimpered and tugged vainly at the handcuffs securing her wrists, terrified that she was going to be displayed half naked and bound and gagged, to whoever owned the house.
To her intense relief, Miles, her Master, chuckled and told her that the house was unoccupied. As he helped her from the car, she gazed in awe at the building.
Built of mellow red brick and at least two centuries old, the three story house bathed in the late afternoon sun, its tall windows sparkling and reflecting the lush grass and trees of the grounds which stretched in all directions around its bulk, while to each side of the main building, lower, single storeyed levels suggested stables and storage areas.
“Come on.” Her Master grippe
