Chapter Twenty One
Eating a resplendent meal... well deserved after a long day of tormenting... brings not only nourishment but amusement.
Sammy has outdone himself in cooking under my supervision. He eats not, just savoring the aroma of roasting meats. He bakes as well, ironically never to partake in his own fare. Food... fresh... abundant... well prepared... is only for me. Or an occasional guest should I be desirous of more refined company and vanilla s*x.
It’s all part of the ongoing climate of supremacy upon which I insist. Constant denial... in every imaginable form.
While I eat I have Sammy on the floor balanced on his knees. His elbows are connected behind his back, a simple matter of clipping together his arm chains. To such I have hooked his ankle bands. This forces Sammy’s f
