Chapter Seventeen
“Seems you are enjoying your visits. Learning so many things. And Johnny takes such good care of you,” wife Linda calmly observes, finishing her cappuccino.
It’s Sunday night. I sit... in the nude of course. Having served Linda, she has graciously permitted me to join her, inviting me to tell of my day at Miss Marsha’s. It is difficult to determine if her concluding remarks are sincere. She is given to sarcasm. And she giggled when I described the deviance which transpired under the pretext of a nap.
“And you were justly punished. Lesson learned. There’s no need for clothing in my presence, Andy. Such tends to conceal... not so much the fact that you’re locked in chastity... but your status as a subordinate male. It’s to be proclaimed.”
Ah, the conditioning... it is t
