Chapter Thirty-four
“Come, Sammy. Obey,” speaking pleasantly but firmly as I sense renitence.
It’s been over a year since I first walked Sammy at the end of a leash. He is not regressing with his mild resistance. A full discipline session in my chamber under the watchful and calloused eye of Nurse Lenita is not yet necessary. No, he is just cutely bashful in being displayed to the general prison population... akin to a young girl having purchased a skimpy bikini but now experiencing renewed modesty.
“Please no, Dr. Mary. Not like this.”
“Well you did not like wearing your breast bowls. Now that I have taken them off for your walk, you are still apprehensive. It pleases me when I show you off, Sammy. Since pleasing me is your role, that should make you happy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” his dejecte
