Chapter Four: The Christine Effect
Saturday morning I was still locked in the handcuffs, although Laura had relented halfway through the night, re-fastened my hands in front of me and removed the soggy gag. At about 8.30 she woke up, had a long stretch and reached over to give me a cuddle. She ran her fingers over my n*****s and I winced with pain.
“Ooooh. Gosh they do look sore sweetheart!” she said gently. “I’m going to get some cream from the bathroom. Hang on a tick.” She came back a few seconds later with a tube of cream for sunburn.
“This should help. I think it’s got a local anesthetic, and it’ll have something to reduce the redness. Gosh I’m so sorry, John – I got a bit carried away last night. Was I really horrible to you?” she asked. She almost sounded sorry.
“Well it was pai
