Millicent Hayward-9

2011 Words

I smile smugly with the topic. He asks often, needing to be reminded once or twice per month of his role... his place in the world of governing women, obedient men. “I’m going to keep you locked up forever. You’ll have to develop a vicarious enjoyment of male ejaculation. Like you did on Monday with the boss and little Doug. Nicely sized, you must agree. And so potent. He explodes like a cannon. You were enthralled to see it, weren’t you?” I again remind Harold of the late afternoon antics in the office of Douglas P. MacClellan. I do believe watching me govern my chaste husband added a degree of arousal to the slow, controlling hand job I administered to Dougie. And making Harold watch created a palpable level of envy. His eyes bugged as he gaped at me teasing and tantalizing. He begged

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