Chapter 7: Welcome to the Dungeon
Mistress’ excitement competes with her glee as we recall all this.
“Those were the days, weren’t they, ielle? You being my little pony-boy and all? It’s too bad the wagon’s too small for that now. I could go for making you pull me up and down the street again or even down to the store. That would be a laugh and a half! But as I’ve now got a Lamborghini to get me around, I suppose I’ll settle for having you use it to deliver my new belongings over to my house. So get that wagon empty and ready and load it up for me!”
Straightaway, I unload the shingles, wiped the wagon off, and even gave it a squirt of oil wherever it’s required. After that I pile it high with boxes until all of Mistress’ stuff is loaded up and ready to go. Then I turn my c**k-gagged fa
