“Are you ready to go to the next level, boy?”
That was the question Sir asked me as I sat on the floor recovering from a flogging. It was a harsh flogging as usual.
Before I could respond he said, “Don’t answer now. I don’t want your answer while you are still feeling tough from that flogging, and warm in its glow.”
I just nodded.
“Stand up, boy,” Sir said.
I stood up and faced him.
“Turn around, boy. Hands behind your back.”
I turned around, put my hands behind my back, and spread my legs just enough to show I was submitting.
Sir expertly clicked the handcuffs on my wrists and double-locked them and said: “Over to the column, boy.”
There is a steel support column in the middle of Sir’s basement dungeon and I have been cuffed to that pole before, so I knew what to do; I sat on the concrete floor with my back to the pole and Sir used a padlock to attach the chain of my handcuffs to a chain wrapped around the base of the pole. Sir put a water bottle to my lips and gave me a long drink of water and walked away, leaving me sitting sitting on the cold floor with my hands cuffed behind me, still naked from the flogging.