Chapter Eighteen
As I sit, Sammy kneels and tugs at my right boot. His effort is pusillanimous, all male brawn having been suppressed through insalubrious diet, minimal exercise and a barrage of feminine hormones. Still his soft fat-enveloped form struggles admirably, eager to assist me in disrobing as I wind down from a long day. So I sip my wine and watch as the naked hairless form works, chains clinking, endeavoring not to break any of his well polished nails.
I lean and playfully tweak a n****e. He squeals delightfully. I am going to have him lactate for me at some point.
“You’re eager, Sammy. I noticed your tiny p***s seemed a little plump before I released you.”
Sammy sheepishly smiles, finally removing the right boot and dutifully moving to the left.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Were you th
