Chapter Sixteen
What is it about power in a woman that so enthralls? That in suffering physically at the hands of such power I celebrate mentally, psychologically, sexually.
The body seems so eager to sacrifice for fleeting moments of such control.
“You may speak, Bobby.”
Yes, the woman who so wantonly changed my life is suggesting that I speak. Yet I know it to be a command. I certainly learned that in Bangkok.
“What are you thinking about?”
Miss Denise knows very well about what I am thinking. She has duplicated the elements of my Bangkok incarceration right down to engaging an Asian keeper who speaks little English and has complete disdain for the male. But just as I had responded in Bangkok, once one opens to a skilled interrogator, the momentum of the process brings forth a str
