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A Visit to Dominique's, Part Twenty-Two Minerva was led to a holding cell, which while lacking a toilet or a bunk, at least had benches lining the walls that she could lay down upon. The nap she got was only for an uncomfortable three hours before one of the wolf guards banged on the cell’s bars with a nightstick, startling Minerva awake. A metal tray was shoved through a slot at the bottom of the cell door, with an unappetizing meal of plain oatmeal and a cup of weak tea. She ate dutifully as she worked her way through the checklist on the tablet. It was a pretty standard survey of common and uncommon BDSM kinks, like the ones she’d played with online before meeting Mistress Dominque, each specific kink rated in a range from One to Five, with One meaning she wasn’t interested at all, to Five indicating she loved it. Minerva went through it quickly, indicating a high interest in heavy bondage and some forms of corporal punishment, middling on things like physical or verbal humiliation, and a Hard No on stuff like
