Chapter 62 The Mistress (Part One)

• My back was hurting; it really was, and the transmission hadn’t even been on for fifteen minutes.
• Deniska let herself be carried away a bit by what she decided to ignore on the screen and what my followers were saying. And where was I? Tied with ropes to each corner of the bed by my limbs; my butt hurt simply because the position was uncomfortable; the poor thing had no idea what was coming.
• “Remember to obey me, slave, if you don’t want a punishment,” she sang while dragging a strange accent, her clear eyes fixed on mine and a kind of whip under my chin. “Don’t look me in the eyes,” she challenged me, raising her voice and scaring me. I couldn’t help but whimper when the whip hit my cheek. That would surely leave a mark; I lowered my gaze, biting my tongue to avoid insulting her mother, and she patted my head with said toy. “Good girl, slave. Good girl.”