Chapter Nine
An After Dinner Drink
It’s been a long evening... but fruitful and quite entertaining for my spirited guest. Noting that bondage brought forth a starry eyed look of delight, we retreat to my den. Christy, rather torpid in being physically depleted and emotionally drained, saunters about serving in collar and cuffs, otherwise remaining exposed to the triumphant gaze of Miss Evers.
We share a glass of port.
“You seemed to enjoy watching a girly boy in tight bonds,” I prompt as Christy retreats to a corner to await another command.
“Yes, it thrills... and is best for a boy... particularly of Christy’s...”
“Predilection,” I politely suggest.
“Yes. But I prefer tight, limited chance of motion. It’s about control, I suppose.”
Curious that Miss Evers also does not fully under
