Chapter Eighteen
There develops a daily ritual. I help Linda dress each morning, assist with her grooming. It thrills, subtly, but thrills. For in so doing she reveals to me her beauty, breasts of size and firmness, thighs seemingly sculpted, buttocks so... so... kissable.
After she leaves for work, it is then that I dress and begin my day. It’s dreary, so much driving, so many calls, so few orders.
Traveling the many miles alone, there come thoughts... bringing emotional peaks and valleys. The latter when certain motions of my arms reveal the locked wrist bands... which I of course strive to conceal from customers. Such reminds of my counseling... my conditioning... my servitude. Plus, when I feel the mass of steel between my thighs, my libido under the control of others.
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