entFlogging Mary

I couldn’t help but stare at her.

She stood there shackled with her hands above her head. The heavy iron cuffs around her wrists were attached to chains that led to the ceiling. The iron manacles on her ankles were fastened to heavy eyebolts screwed into the floor. She was completely helpless and mine to use as I saw fit.

She stood before me naked as the day she came from her mother’s womb. Her soft body…