She tossed the whip aside, stretched out on the ottoman, and rang.
The negresses entered.
“Untie him!”
As they loosened the rope, I fell to the floor like a lump of wood. The black women grinned, showing their white teeth.
“Untie the rope around his feet.”
They did it, but I was unable to rise.
“Come over here, Gregor.”
I approached the beautiful woman. Never did she seem more seductive to me than to-day in spite of all her cruelty and contempt.
“One step further,” Wanda commanded. “Now kneel down, and kiss my foot.”
She extended her foot beyond the hem of white satin, and I, the supersensual fool, pressed my lips upon it.