“That's your milking post,” he told her. “It's custom made by me for you. Do you like it?”
Clearly he was looking for her approval and Angelica was unsure if she liked that. She was supposed to be his submissive and seeking his approval, not the other way around. But it was also obvious that he was proud of his construct—it must have been the reason he kept her away for most of the last week—and he was eager to see her use it.
“It looks suitably intimidating,” she said evenly. “How does it work?”
“Very simply. Kneel down with your back to the center post,” he instructed after unclipping the leash from her neck. The milking post was essentially a 4x4 beam set vertically in a base of heavy plywood. The beam had several metal rings and attachments and clamps screwed into it. Where she knel
