that the knuckles were white. She took a deep, quavering breath and held it, and I could almost see her small breasts swelling beneath her blouse. She looked as though she couldn’t let go of that breath until I went on. "…Someone who would tie you up when he felt like it… Someone who would make you kneel…" I leaned forward even further and looked directly into her eyes. "…Or crawl on all fours at the end of a leash." She looked as though she might pass out from lack of