Chapter Thirty-Three
“It’s too high,” Jack reiterates during our return to Manhattan.
“You’ll become accustomed... you have no choice. And you’ll come to enjoy the collar when you better learn that it will abet your erection and draw more attention when I put you on display.”
I have returned Jack’s p***s to its cage, Alice fortunately having a tray of ice in her office refrigerator. She enjoyed watching me slip in the Prince’s Wand, noting with a smile, as I always do, the male lurch as the rounded tip abrades the prostate.
Deciding to temper the degree of recreation during the drive home, I have Jack donning one of his new togas. The masterful Alice fabricated the simple garment such that is fits perfectly about Jack’s neck, a vertical strip of Velcro at the back enclosing the cloth
