Chapter Three
Feeling A Different Kind Of Love
“W-what are you going to do,” I asked.
Consenta strutted slowly around my defenseless body, a crazed, villainous grin decorating her face. She stopped about six feet in front of me, hands on her hips, her chin lifted in a posture of command. Her voice had changed, now low and menacing. “I am going to whip you, Senorita Traci.” She let the coils of the whip fell open and traced a random pattern on the stone floor with the last foot of its braided length.
“W-whip me? But David said...”
“Master David!” She whirled the whip over her head in a blur of fury and cracked the tip only inches from my naked breasts. I jerked violently in my straps. “M-Master David,” I replied, my voice trembling, “said he wouldn’t...”
Consenta’s lunatic giggle ech
