Chapter Seven
Brought Up
I don’t know how long we stayed that way in the chamber; she dangling like a puppet from the chains and me finally sitting against the stone wall, wrapped in a long white robe I found in one of the dozens of closets, with the bottle of wine next to me. I dozed off every now and then until another muffled scream came from the now soaked, cloth-packed mouth behind the combination garter belt and bra wrapping on Ellen’s head. I guess the breast cuffs were finally taking their toll.
Rising from my hard seat on the floor, I went over to Ellen and quietly asked if she wanted to be released. The head shaking and persistent muffled shouts from behind the gags convinced me to at least lower her to the floor and begin to untie her stocking- bound limbs. As I did so, it o
