Chapter Thirteen
Michaels Fourth Fantasy
The bathroom was arctic white and even more pristine and spotlessly clean as the drama between them played out once again.
A bathroom belonging to just one of them.
Its owner NOT the man currently kneeling upon the cool tiled flooring between the smooth, brown and matronly shapely legs of the woman some years his junior, his eyes fixated upon one powerful thigh as he awaited the sign that he should serve her in the way that was now familiar to him as a ritual to be repeated on numerous occasions throughout the day.
And on numerous occasions throughout the day.
It was by far the most emasculating requirement of the daily routine she required from him and – aside from those times when his behaviour warranted being allowed from his cage that what
