Chapter 66 The Show (Part One)

• George had me tied to the chair, in a metaphorical sense. I could only look at my hands and, no matter how much Carish insisted on involving me in his silly jokes, I couldn’t even respond with a glance. Not that I wanted to, really.
• A waiter covered In a tiny leather boxer and a mask of the same material on his face approached our table and, kneeling down, handed two menus, one for each Master.
• “Hmm,” Carish examined the menu while his submissive knelt down to look at her with admiration. I felt horrified. What the hell was wrong with that man? I know, thanks to my work and everything Eder has taught me, that there are people who like to be humiliated. They feel good that way, and well, if that poor man felt complete looking at Carish and wanting to tattoo her face on a buttock, that’s his business.