Not to mention the remote control to the collar he was sure she had to hand – the shock it was capable of delivering explaining the rubber she had glued to the soles of her shoes.
After all, he told himself, she wouldn’t want to get a shock if the collar was activated when she was in contact with him, would she?
“Yes,” she went on. “A very good boy. But you must take care not to make master have to remind you in future. Master is very pleased with the progress of her pet but he has to be totally obedient.”
Tongue lathing the nylon covering her left ankle, detecting as he did so the smell and taste of, thankfully, mild perspiration, his spirits, if such a lowering were possible, sank further, as the nightmare from which sleep had so recently delivered him continued and showed no sign of
