Chapter Seven
Three hours after the end of her final training session, Olivia squirmed as her freshly bathed body received a thin coating of rose-scented oil, the skilled fingers of one of her trainers sliding sensuously over her naked flesh and sending ripples of arousal through her as she was prepared for her first meeting with Sir Malcolm, her Master. With her wrists cuffed behind her and her mouth again packed with leather, she could not resist as fingers dipped between her thighs, oiling the tender lips of her s*x, her legs almost buckling as ferocious arousal blazed.
A terse order forced her to resume her widely straddled pose and she watched helplessly as thin, strong golden chains were clamped around her upper thighs, nestling firmly into the ‘V’ of her groin, tiny gold clips dan
