Chapter Eleven - Corky
A full bladder draws my mind back to the present. Despite the months and months of discipline, the painstaking tutelage in teaching me how to properly pose and to do so until commanded to cease, nature’s call cannot be ignored. So in violation of the rules, I begin to wriggle my hips in the midst of dessert. I am careful not to disturb the stem glass, the punishment for its fall being long hours secured to a shortened and well secured leash. The motion serves to make my testicle bells gently chime, and the nearby prandial discussion is interrupted when attention is subtly drawn to my overwhelming need for bladder relief.
“Oh my, Corky must need to be taken for a walk,” Miss Ashley exclaims with feigned surprise.
Yes feigned. It was she who ordered me to be well wa
