I clamped my jaw down again and the second glove was pulled on tight. I waited for the next scrape of the gimlet. But it didn’t come.
“All dressed now, sweetie,” she whispered.
I lay on the bed exhausted and sweating. Christine had unlocked my ankles and wrists, took the tape off my elbows, and allowed me to take out the gag. I drank three glasses of water from the tap.
Christine took off her gloves for the moment, and asked me to lay on the bed while she massaged my skin with baby oil. My hands were trembling.
“What a good boy you are!” she said softly. “Did you enjoy that?”
“It was really hard, Mistress, but did I please you?” I asked.
“Yes, you did, John,” she told me. “I really liked that game.”
“Then I’m happy, Mistress,” I mumbled from the depths of the pillow. “If I pleased y
