Chapter Three
“On your feet, slave. It’s time we get started. Go fix me another drink.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I quickly returned back to the living room with her drink, but she met me as I was leaving the kitchen. She reached around and grabbed the leash that dangled down my back and headed for the front door. I was scared knowing that we weren’t heading for her bedroom.
Still being hobbled by the short chain between my ankles, it was a little difficult to keep up with her as we headed for the barn. She opened the door to her dungeon and pushed me inside. As the lights came on a chill ran up my spine. There was an ominous feeling about this place. Numerous pieces of medieval-type torture equipment were placed around the room, but the wall of whips and paddles immediately got my attention.
