Chapter Ten
When I wake, there is a cup of coffee and a note beside me.
“Chrissy is asleep. I’m picking up a few items at the store.” The note is unsigned, but I recognize Mrs. Kraft’s bold hand. She is one of those maddening people who wake full of energy after four hours of sleep. No doubt she has used the time to inventory the pantry. I don’t know what I would do without her. I make a mental note to include her more when it comes time to play with Chrissy. She deserves much.
I jump out of bed, eager to begin my day. I put on a knit tank top that hugs my middle and displays my breasts. My boots are low heeled and calf high. High heels may have more fetish value, but low heels will give me better balance while I swing my whip. My trousers are open in the crotch, framing the dark th
