So as the first month since Amelia’s birthday progresses to the next, the s****l submission I’d granted her is increasingly subsumed by the unacknowledged yet ever more overt and complete enslavement of me. Leisure time and the ability to choose my own entertainments vanish entirely, as I find myself at my beloved’s beck and call around the clock. From the arousing job of providing pedicures I’m soon moved on to the simply tedious and demeaning one of manicures. Regularly shaping, buffing, polishing and painting Mistress’ fingernails seems an even more effeminate requirement than caring for her hair, and I can’t help squirming with discomfort throughout the process. In my view only gay guys do such things. And despite Amelia’s suggestive taunts at the way I fervently service her intruding
