I woke early, light streamed into the sparse room. The walls were bare, the floor was bare, my back hurt, the hard concrete floor cold on my back. It was an instant rather than a slow awakening. Katerina slept next to me, obviously more used to the surroundings, the discomfort, her collar glistened in the bathing light
A camera squinting from the corner blinked out a monotonous red light.
Katerina woke up, pale, hairless, naked, soft white skin.
She got up, glanced at the camera, kicked me savagely, before calmly asking me to get up. She opened a cupboard in the wall, revealing an extensive wardroom, and vanity area. Deep racks of clothes, wigs, fetish clothes, normal clothes, bondage gear, and sex toys. I saw myself in the mirror, the sight of piercings cuts and whip weals, resulted in flash backs of the initiation, terrible, beautiful, sexy, degrading humiliation and humility, love and rape, torture and worship.
I watched as katarina got dressed, naked and cold my body ...
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