She closed the baize-covered sound-proof door gently, listening to the steady drone of his voice over the driving beat of the tape.  She felt the return of a flood of excitement & recollection.  She moved quietly on the strip of black carpet to her ‘throne’ on the raised dais, & sat – looking down at the naked man sitting upright on his ‘training chair’ in front of her – eyes shut, as he chanted his litany of subservience. Read more…