Then her face flushed as she realized the implications of her thoughts. Just a few days before she would have been horrified at the idea of a woman, a stranger, caressing her breasts, but now she was angry she hadn’t been made to climax. It was a salutary demonstration of the effectiveness of the training she was being given and she gulped to the realization that she was becoming the slave girl she had vowed never to be. The trouble was that she was starting to like it. Not the strict discipline and the punishment, of course, but the frequent stimulation and the increasing responsiveness of her body. Even, although she would never admit it, the bondage and the helplessness it imposed upon her. Tied up and defenseless, she had no control and couldn’t be blamed even by herself, if she got ca
