I truly enjoy walking my pet.
***
Skirt righted, we approach Ludlow Street. I offer Sunny a glimpse of her new life.
“Two more grommets, Sunny, and you’ll be ready for arroycoo.”
She nods in silence.
“It is what you wanted? To be hung by your very flesh.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then you shall have it. The final openings will require even more acclimation than those penetrating your buttocks. You’ll be hung horizontally. I prefer that. And the control will be total. I want it... and you want me to have it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Best arrange for some days off from work. I suspect by Wednesday you’ll be strutting about, walking more gingerly... of course careful not to cramp that pretty rump, but more mobile all the same. Then you will be ready for me to implant the final pair.”
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