Chapter 23

In preparation, I was even given a metal key to hold in my clothes in case I was ever in handcuffs again. Katrina made sure I knew how to clasp the key discretely between the sides of 2 fingers so no one could see me holding it. It scared me realizing what a drastic change my life had taken.

That made up the rest of the week and weekend, getting beaten up aka trained by Shawna. I struggled with the moves, but enjoyed the challenge. Every afternoon I spent getting tied up by Katrina. I hated it. By the fifth day I could almost get out of handcuffs when my hands were bound in front of me.

Katrina did not fight fair. She continually changed the game by putting my hands behind my back, blindfolding me, or licking my neck while I struggled. She was persistent and distracting to say the least.

"You have to learn to do it sidetracked," she whispered biting my ear and flicking a nipple. The woman had absolutely no personal space issues. Despite myself I felt unco