Chapter Twenty-Six
Despite what Mistress said about school in the morning I skip my classes with her blessing on Monday. This causes me no concern at all. Academia – indeed college life in general – has lost whatever incidental appeal it once had. It is impossible to walk around campus or sit through classes (which my buttocks and thighs are in no shape to do in any case) and look at my fellow students or concentrate on my unbearably mundane subjects without thinking that they are all insufferably naïve and bland, banal and pointless respectively. The far more compelling (and necessary) education I’m getting at home now occupies my awareness to the exclusion of everything else. So once I see Mistress out the door (naked, butt-stuffed, hobbled by shackles and with my hands cuffed in front
