She held it between her teeth as Kim had instructed. The taste and smell of leather brought a warm rush to her crotch and she felt her pussy moisten. At the Facility, the pain of the whip was usually accompanied by the slow spinning of the brushes inside the clitoral cap. She knew that for Abul’s amusement, she would be beaten tonight. She wondered who would whip her and if Abul would let the brushes turn. Unsteadily she climbed the basement stairs thinking that soon she was to be whipped here in her own house. She would even ask to be whipped. Only seven months ago she and Jeff had hosted a splendid dinner party for all of their friends. There was a great deal of laughter and everyone had become a bit drunk. She recalled that after the guests left, she and Jeff made love for a long time in their huge bed. Now, here she was in this obscene maid’s uniform, a whip between her teeth, resigned to obey the orders of two filthy, ignorant foreigners who had taken over her house and violated her body.
