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For a woman of my ilk, returning home to an apartment quartering a naked, well bound houseboy is akin to anyone else returning to a warm fire, cocktail, and the reading of a refined evening newspaper. It’s comforting.
Nonetheless, there is a task to be performed which will violate the tranquility, and delay my dinner.
Entering the spare bedroom, Douglas lies in his Segufix restraints his full bladder bringing a delicious level of discomfort. He has withheld all day, and he will withhold longer.
“You have not wet yourself... good boy.”
He expects the basin and the feel of my tender fingers aligning his p***s. Not yet, I instead prepare to torture him, the tools at hand and easily readied.
“I have been giving thought to that woman’s visit to my office Douglas. She is after someth
