When I was dry, Louise handed me a fresh towel and I returned the favour – patting her dry.
“Jesus, Laura really scratched you all right, didn’t she?” Louise said, tracing her fingers over my skin.
“Yes, she was a wild animal last night,” I replied. “She hasn’t had s*x with Christine this week apparently she was absolutely dying for it.”
I explained what had happened the previous night. Louise was even more impressed.
“I still can’t believe you let them keep you locked up,” she said. “Over a month! God, it must drive you bonkers! All that teasing!”
“It’s frustrating,” I agreed, “but I get this feeling – I call it my submission feeling. It’s like a wave that passes through me. I know that whatever humiliation or frustration is being inflicted on me is a part of that submission and it
