Chapter Eight
Sarah Gyve woke and stretched out a lazy hand to stroke the head of the iron collared slave kneeling on the mat beside her bed.
After ten years in Domain, every day was still a wonderful adventure for Sarah. True success comes from doing work that one enjoys and doing it well. Sarah knew that satisfaction. She could imagine no joy greater than that of molding personalities, turning the human clay of Domain into devoted slaves.
Before coming to Domain, she had run a house of domination in New York, but it had never been enough. She grew tired of businessmen who stopped by for an hour of discipline between appointments. That life had been the shadow. Domain was the reality. Here the slaves really served. They didn’t call a halt because things were running a little late, pay
