“And now ladies and slaves, I give you the Goddess Xenia Domina and her always worshipful subject Thrall, come all the way from their own perfect paradise in the Pacific Northwest for your edification and entertainment. Let’s hear it for a truly divine relationship!”
At last! Xenia sent the tasseled lash of her whip flicking into her beast’s backside, and on cue he trotted out onto the stage, towing her behind him. Motorcycles – pah! Anyone could climb on one of those and ride. How many people showed up for work in an authentic nineteenth century carriage pulled by their personal male pony-boy? And what a pony!
Shoulders back and squared (not that he had much choice the way his elbows were bound) and elaborately harnessed head held high (again not an option with the bit and all), Thrall’
