Forty Four
Discipline has taught me that concerns are beyond by ability to control. What happens, happens. What Miss Lucinda desires, I do not necessarily offer, she merely takes.
And so as I turn day after day, the fire of normal curiosity does not burn as I watch Miss Lucinda, occasionally baring her breasts depending on the weather, work at her blacksmith’s forge. Iron is heated, hammered, bent and shaped. Before my many years of submission, the apprehension in not knowing of her purpose would overwhelm me. Now I just watch, stealing glimpses of her fine breasts exposed in the warmer temperatures of the afternoons, frustrated in constantly losing sight with the turn of the capstan, putting out of my mind the described extreme agony that will eventually result from Miss Lucinda’s effor
