Seven
Bai so much enjoys being empowered over the male form.
She leads me along the sandy path surrounded by dense vegetation. Though the distance to the landing strip and the thatched roof covering where the Martin Rigid Stock hangs can be measured in yards, I struggle to walk with the combination of caned feet and clamped ankles. Thus Bai tugs on the leash attached to my steel neck collar, demonstrating her control and the detrimental effects of her modest but many flicks with the short length of bamboo.
Of more concern than keeping up with her pace is the longer cane she wields. In occasionally pausing to turn back and apply a quick encouraging stroke to the side of one buttock then the other, Bai exercises her authority… which is without encumbrance.
Still I feel a degree of relief
