Karen's eyes flashed up, her cutleries clattering back into her plate as a mix of frustration and embarrassment made her face turn ashen.

"Kind of," she admitted sadly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"After I brought him his coffee, he punished me for being late. He gave me two options, after which I...I chose to strip for him. To be frank, I didn't want to get whipped, and I thought it would be...different since he hadn't asked for it before. But in the end, he still wasn't satisfied with my performance. And to top it off, he called me an eyesore!”, Karen stressed, her head hung low as she...