"Then why did you have to look down on me then," he shouted at her."Please calm down Master. Please lower your voice," she pleaded with him, starting ...o sound scared."How would you feel if I said bad things about you and put you down? You'd feel like shit too. You'd be as angry as I am. Imagine if you had nowhere to stay and you asked me to take you in and I said no," Boris said, lecturing her. After the bubble bath, Boris dried his body with a towel and her hair dryer. Jasmine stood beside him. Griselda informed me that I should be confined yet again in that infernal contraption that was the transparent corset. That device was almost invisible to their eyes but held me captive. As soon as she had fastened it around me and affixed the gyves to my wrists she silenced me with the transparent gag. She wrapped me in a soft lace handkerchief before concealing me in the breast pocket of her formal apron. As before, a finger of a lace glove was present in the pocket which she could put on my. "Of course," she said. "I wouldn’t tell anyone else, Mr. D. I mean, I don’t think anyone else would understand." No. They wouldn't." I snapped my briefcase closed and gestured for her to follow me. "But you understood, Emma? What did you think of them?"We walked up the stairs of the lecture hall. She was just behind me. "Well, they're very good stories. I mean, your know. They're very good. I just wondered? I mean, they're not real, are they? Those things the men do in there, the things they do. Kaelon’s family had been furious with him for choosing to marry Phaeka, who had come from a more modest mercantile family. The match was deemed lopsided, but Kaelon was too smitten with her to care. He and Phaeka had had a beautiful baby girl together when she was quite young – only 16 years of age – and they had never looked back with any regret. Never, though, in a hundred years did Phaeka think that their journey together would lead to this moment, this awful, nightmarish moment.Phaeka met.