Chapter Sixteen
Our First Morning
Not wanting to push the envelope so to speak, I ate dinner in a good restaurant and brought home take out for Christy. Asking him/her to cook, fully aware that such skills are limited... he fessed to being able to microwave fine prepackaged ‘delicacies’... was too much for a first day of servitude.
Still, upon arrival I was delighted to find the house spotless with Christy working on schoolwork. I decided to spoon feed Christy a good portion of rice and beans, followed by a helping of ice cream to plump those buttocks. This furthered the power exchange.
Bedding proved to be entertaining. Having him squat to pee for me required patience with his understandable bladder shyness. When I secured him supine on padded flooring in the spare bedroom, four point
