Chapter Eleven
“This way, this way.”
Felicia obediently turned and crawled in the direction indicated by the pull on her leash. She was naked, as she always was, and collared, as she almost always was, but the rings through her n*****s and navel had been removed for the time being.
Also as always, she had an audience for her latest performance, but now that audience consisted entirely of the women of the harem, who lounged or sat on comfortable couches as Felicia crawled about on the carpeted floor, feeling more than ever like an animal and too fearful of punishment to do anything but obey. The man holding the end of her leash was Ismail, the sheik, the man she must call ‘master’. He was not even accompanied by the big eunuch, Selim. Apparently he felt completely safe among his female s
