“Your lucky day, 061505,” I announce in drawing my chair next to his cage.
My naked and well bound pet stirs from his reverie. The many hours, the many days have that affect, the inmates drifting off into their own world of dark immobility.
“You may speak.”
He feels me begin to untie some of the cords, permitting the flesh to return to normalcy. There comes a sigh of relief, rarely heard in cell 113. Arms, thighs, calves, nose, n*****s, stomach. The sensation must be incredible after the many days.
“Thank you Miss Muffin. Thank you.”
“You will have to thank Ms. Antoinette De La Corte. She arranged the special release.”
The mention of the name places 061505 into a state of agitation.
“Please... no!”
“But I thought you wanted her ass,” I remind with ridicule.
With all the cords unti
