***
The doorbell rings at two minutes after seven, a sluggish elevator most likely detaining my otherwise punctual weekend diversion.
“Open the clothing box and answer the door,” I command slipping the key into Douglas’s cuffed hand.
“Please, Ma’am, not like this.”
“Oh Douglas, you’ll do as I say. You so wearily complained of impotence in coming to me for counseling and now you’re erect and so sheepish. You’ll need more training. But for now obey and go to the door, it’s Roger.”
Douglas lowers his right foot, I mercifully had him switch feet moments ago, and prances, his many bells chiming, the restraining genital cable slithering across the carpet, care taken not to entrap it on any furniture.
I await in the living room, letting my naked boys sort out the manner of greeting. Initia
