Chapter Five
Gemma lay on her right side on a low, hard single bed wondering just how much longer her new Masters proposed to leave her alone with her discomfort.
There was little else she could do, for her arms were bound behind her back by black nylon rope from her wrists all the way to well above her elbows, compressing her arms into a single column, straining her shoulders back and making her naked breasts thrust provocatively forward. Her legs, too, were a total lost cause, a second length of black rope looped around and around from ankles to mid-thighs. To add to her misery, a broad black leather gag-strap covered her face from nose to chin, its attached cylinder of hard leather wedged deep between her back teeth, reducing any protests she tried to make to muffled and quite unintel
