Chapter Fifteen
First-Person: “Malkin” Shreya
He was mine.
Or as close to mine as was possible in this country and in this age.
As much my human-chattel as a man could be under the circumstances.
In Nita’s office, not days after I had pretended to be convinced by his sincere offer of service, he had signed the durable power-of-attorney which removed from being able to manage his own affairs.
Such as the paltry things were.
More importantly in my view, given a man’s understandable pride and protectiveness towards those crown-jewels he considered were the source of his masculinity, he now wore a state-of-the-art c**k-ring and cage that was the best Ukrainian engineering could supply and widely regarded as the king of chastity-belts for the queen who wished to utilise its own power-of-
