There is only one thing Elsa permits to stay me from my appointed weekends of subjugation... that is employment... the income stream must prevail.
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Ivy League educated, approaching my mid-thirties, annual personnel evaluations unsurpassed within the firm, and it seems I am to serve as valet for the twenty four year old debutante Heather.
It’s irritating, but in enduring my many weekends with Elsa, pampering Heather seems to be strangely acceptable, even somewhat teasing to my psyche.
“At least I am not gagged and partially bound,” I think to myself in retrieving her luggage from the trunk of the cab, psychosomatically feeling tethered Posey cuffs about my ankles.
Plus I feel a twitch, down there where my barely adequate p***s remains tightly secured to a ring embedded in my anus.
