Andy. I recognized the sensuous sound of him taking care of me despite the way he’d ordered this abuse. What a fine abuse it was.
I’d come, too, oddly so. This was not the satisfaction I expected; it was something deeper, beyond the reaches of my body, something coming from a well of lust inside the physical, spiritual realms I had not yet tapped.
With the scene complete, the room vacated and I relinquished myself to Marshall’s care. He dressed me as a parent would dress a sleepy child—making certain that I was not left looking as recently f****d as I was. With no hair to mess, I suppose the task wasn’t all that hard. To my surprise, he dispensed with the short chain that bound my ankles together. Though it was much easier and more natural walking, I had the difficult task of keeping the
