It was sometime between midnight and one a.m. but she didn’t know the exact time because she didn’t need to know and she wasn’t meant to know. The only things she had to concentrate on were pleasing and obeying.
She had passed a threshold in her life. Her thighs and buttocks were burning because her master and long-term boyfriend had just tied her to a bench and beaten her in a room full of strangers. Her corporal punishment had lasted a good thirty minutes or so and he’d then led her outside to the rooftop bar and made her lower herself to the ground. After positioning her like a slave her owner had opened her blouse and spread her legs as wide as possible. Although her long silky red hair was covering some of her chest she was acutely aware that anyone sitting at the long wooden tables in front of her only had to look in her direction to get a perfect view of her naked sex. The humiliation of her situation and the memory of her recent punishment were keeping her in a state of constant arousal.
