Chapter Twenty Seven
Brunch And Our Talk Begins
Toast, scrambled eggs, some heated Danish... microwaved, Christy’s only kitchen talent for now.
I keep things simple, nothing to be screwed up. I want her proud of her conversion to houseboy/maid. So I finish and spoon feed Christy. She knows not to move, not to talk, just to masticate.
Normally her bath would be next, but once again I notice viscous fluid dribbling down the inside of her thigh, plus there’s that talk we need to have.
Her light meal finished, I’ll fatten her with some ice cream before bed. But now it is time.
“Clear the kitchen table of everything, Christy, then lie tummy down, bent at the waist feet on the floor.”
She appears perplexed with my command, normally being secured supine. But I’ll need access to the prosta
