<em>...fear is the little death that brings total oh-oh-ohhhbllliterationnnn...!</em>Herbert's Litany against fear, remembered from the book Dune and inspired into her mind by seeing the book on Mistress' bookshelf, was certainly helping against the vertigo. There was barely room on the chair for her feet now they were forced apart and her ankles were at slightly weird angles.<br/><br/>She saw Mistress debating between the whip and the feather and held her breath. Then the feather touched the back of her knee and she almost collapsed. A squeak, softer than a mouse, escaped her as her knee buckled slightly and she fought to straighten it, fought to retain her balance without the use of her arms.