Chapter Six
And so I was introduced to Miss Beatrice and the interrogation, which I so much expected upon capture, began. Though her comment suggested a mutual exchange of information it was of course all one way.
I was told to kneel. Miss Beatrice retrieved a small stool from a darkened corner and placed it in the center of the cell. Then she sat, leaned downward, unhooked my testicle chain from the eyelet embedded in the concrete floor and pulled.
“Come, crawl toward me,” she smilingly suggested.
As I had learned over the weeks, such suggestions are defacto commands. And when a woman of purpose holds restraints connected to your gonads, the tugging hands are most apt to obtain your attention and your compliance.
I crawled.
“Sit, legs straight out in front, spread, one foot on each
