Chapter Eighteen
Christy’s New Look
Adjoining the kitchen is a heavy duty laundry/utility room obviously designed to engage the muddy boots, clothes and gear of a horse breeder. Lots of plumbing, lots of drainage, perfect for ablutions... very personal and intimate ablutions between a woman and her charge.
All brawn has been removed however. One set of new shelves resembles that of a hospital ward, another the woman’s toilette section of a French department store. Here Christy will daily be cleansed... inside and out... perfumed, coifed and fragranced. She will feel like a woman but look like an under aged hooker.
Such fun.
I prepare a large soapy enema bag then open the back door and clap my hands. Christy knows it means come hither. In both boredom and dread she finishes her last l
