Chapter Eleven
Olivia was arched in a cruelly tight hogtie, her heels pressed against her buttocks, spine deeply hollowed and her head dragged back by a chain from her linked wrist and ankle cuffs to the buckle of a gag strap holding a huge leather ball crammed into her bulging mouth. She could neither move, nor make a sound above a soft whimper of discomfort and fear. A noise which would hardly be heard through the wooden sides of the stout box in which her naked, folded body was concealed.
Some three weeks after the dinner party at which she had been taught that her body belonged wholly to her Master and could be loaned or given to anyone he pleased, Olivia had obeyed instantly as Cameron ordered her to her belly.
A large leather ball packed her mouth to capacity and she had moaned t
