“I am not afraid ma’am. You’ve stripped me, cleansed me, punished and rewarded me. I care not what you and His Lordship do to me, nor do I care about some moldy pagan sex rituals plastered on these walls. You cannot break me no matter the volume of tears wrung from my eyes or orgasms grabbed from my pussy. I accept my lowly position under your whip: if that is prideful, so be it, I will submit to chastisement. I am however offended by this room. Look ma’am at the tarnish! The dust on the wainscoting, the dull scuffed floors!”
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Love the last line. A faithful maid at heart. And this line… ‘the volume of tears wrung from my eyes or orgasms grabbed from my pussy’… Love it.
Thanks Elliot. Glad some words ‘grabbed’ your attention.