Chapter Eight
When Kristin first opened her eyes, she had no idea where she was. She was lying on a carpet staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Then it all came flooding back. The whipping, the degrading cleaning chore, the stripping, the crawling and eating off the floor and finally, the revolting experience of sucking Shepard’s sweaty toes.
She sat up and pulled the hem of the inadequate vest over her thighs. Above her in his bed, Shepard was snoring heavily. She badly needed to use the bathroom, but with all of his detailed rules and regulations, she wasn’t sure if she should wake him and ask permission. If that made him angry, then who knew what degrading or painful punishment he might devise?
She decided to take a chance, padded quietly over to the bathroom and relieved herself as
