Chapter Twenty-Five
The week goes quickly. By Friday Jack has earned $55... eleven women visited, eleven toilets cleansed.
He always returns flustered, complaining about the degradation and the low pay. I politely listen then inform him of the next day’s appointments.
I communicate with the woman requesting a CFNM party in New Jersey tomorrow, getting directions, outlining the protocol for Jack, assuring the base fee of $300 will be advanced before I take away his blanket and unlock his c**k cage.
It comes to light that there will be female nudity at the home of this Lesbian woman. I explain that one of the regimens of Jack’s subservience is that he has never gazed at a naked woman and that I forbid it, the satiation of that segment of male curiosity, the eidetic male mind, never to co
