Chapter Thirteen
It’s strange to look forward to Sundays, placing myself in servitude to Miss Marsha... under the supervision of Johnny. But the cockcage, it frustrates and irritates on so many levels... physically, mentally, emotionally.
So on my early Sunday morning drive to the home of ‘s*x counselor’ Miss Marsha Martin, I sense a degree of exhilaration. It will be removed. And while being cleansed my skin will breathe and I will no doubt stiffen... gloriously stiffen. For some reason so performing for Miss Martin has become... well... a form of expression. And the awkwardness of being placed in bondage by Mrs. Larson, ceding to her maternalness... in retrospect it was oddly enjoyed.
Then my mood instantly swings as I drive past the carwash. It’s closed, too early for business, but
