Chapter Five
Man: An Inferior Geography
As the years went on, Gretchen developed a taste for penetrating my backside with her sturdy seven-inch dildo. She said that the smooth, trim cheeks of my buff posterior presented an almost irresistible target for the insertion of her favorite “Hearts and Flowers” corkscrew dong.
Once I’d fully accustomed myself to the role of inferior in our relationship, it was no longer obedience but pleasure that Gretchen sought to extract from my infinitely malleable male mind and body.
My obedience and subservience had already been won. All that remained was an intense physical gratification. Of course, our hours together were not complete without the essential element of psychological pleasure. Knowing that I was wholly submissive and at her beck and call
