Chapter Nineteen
Sitting in front of the television, sipping his beer and waiting for his naked slave-girl to bring him his dinner, Henry basked in the beauty of the moment. In his wildest dreams, he could never have imagined how far Kristin would have descended in just over two days. He had purposely kept up the pace, bombarding her with new and varied humiliating experiences in order to keep her off guard, and it was working. He could sense that she was still resisting but, unable to even catch her breath, she was rapidly spiraling downwards.
He had spotted Tony watching them from his kitchen window and he was confident that the lad wouldn’t interfere. In fact, Henry suspected that if he carefully orchestrated the scenarios, Tony would become a willing voyeur, thus adding another dimen
