Chapter Fifteen
Saturday
It is with great pride that I watch Christy labor most of Saturday afternoon. She makes lasagna from scratch. Many layers of carefully rolled pasta, cheese, meat, ground sausage. And the tomato sauce requires constant attention.
Having visited the beauty parlor, she appears ravishing, her hair back to full length after trimming for the trip home during semester break.
She works naked and cuffed just as I insist when in my house. I cannot avoid peering at those cute buttocks as they ripple when she stirs the sauce.
“Come to the laundry room before you put on your maid’s uniform, Christy. I’ll want you released from the CB-6000 tonight.”
This brings conflicting thoughts, I realize. Normally grateful to be relieved of the tormenting cockcage and dozens of inte
