Chapter Forty-Four
“Your wife Linda sent me an email. There’s a part for you that I’ve printed out.”
Miss Jake, as I’ve been instructed call her... most humbly call her... slips a piece of paper through the bars of my cage then gratefully unclips my right wrist band from the thick steel bars.
It’s Monday, if I’ve been properly counting the days, and I’ve been well worked throughout the weekend, outdoors harnessed to the plow, indoors cleaning and preparing meals... and in the few but more delightful moments cleansing and grooming the naked minx Emily, priapic reaction challenging my cockcage.
As Jake explained many, many weeks ago over drinks, Emily is kept. Bald and hairless, a hideous letter ‘J’ branded at the back of her head, the lithe girl of some one hundred pounds is adorned wit
