Part 72 of Clothes Maketh The Man is out!

As I crawled on my hands and knees along the corridor the chain rattled from my neck.  I fell slightly behind Mark and he jerked it hard hurting my neck and then shouted, ‘Keep up, bitch.”

I wondered what the point of this ridiculous exercise was, but it wasn’t until I realised I was being taken into the dining room that I learned what was happening.  It was Marks practice to have an early dinner, and then a supper later in the evening.  I was led into the dining room, the table set and several of his men seated waiting for him, and he then sat at the head of the table.

I wasn’t sure what to do as he sat, so I waited, on all fours feeling stupid.

He told me, “Sit!”

I quickly realised I was to take my place beside his chair, like a dog. He raised his hand, and I swiftly took my place sitting beside his chair at the head of the table.

What followed was the most humiliating experience I had yet experienced.

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