I nodded in sympathy. Miss Frothinglips’ eyes were damp but clear. A feral twitch of her lips made me nervous, but it was not directed at me, rather at Mr. Steedstiff who was rummaging in his valise. Holding up an object, he shook it. “Is that for me?” I blurted out pointing at the straps connected to a long leather dildo. “No,” she fairly snarled. “It’s for me. Isn’t that right, Sebastian?” He bowed deep. “Yes, Mistress. My arse is yours.” Snapping her fingers she said, “Ruby, assist me.” At her behest, I stripped her naked and attached the harness.
Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.