Chapter Twenty-four
Young... pretty... authoritative... it is a rare combination and we are fortunate to have a nurse with such exceptional attributes work the prison infirmary.
Yes, the pulchritudinous Nurse Cindy is blonde, blue eyed, shapely and though always smiling, quite stern.
“Well, how pretty you look today, Sammy.”
My pet blushes again, smiling apprehensively as Nurse Cindy takes the leash from me.
“Here to get rid of all that nasty goo,” she enthusiastically suggests in using a tone more conforming to a pediatric clinic then a maximum security penitentiary.
Sammy knows to nod. There is no longer defiance in any normal male sense. He may vocalize disapproval, but he will not offer physical resistance. Any such notion has long been quashed by my psychological transformation.
