Chapter Thirteen
“So how do you like having your p***y control your life?” Jeremy asked casually. He was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee. Judith stood leaning against the counter, because it was easier. Sitting on the couch was possible if she perched carefully on the edge, or she could recline, but sitting on the hard kitchen chair was impossible.
“It’s very difficult,” she said honestly.
“Good,” Jeremy responded. “Because it’s an important lesson. Last night, you let your p***y control your actions. This is a taste of what that’s like. If you want your p***y to control your every move, that can and will be arranged.”
“I hate it,” she said.
“I’m glad,” Jeremy responded immediately, unapologetically. “Perhaps that will keep you honest when you’re lying in bed tonight think
