The Play Room
“When I am not here, you will remain caged. You’ve seen the many women in white. They are very good at handling subservient boys. Attentive... yet heartless, they never succumb to pleas. Fed once per day... watered with limbs massaged twice per day. Otherwise you’ll remain well secured. While I sit amongst some stodgy bankers listening to tiresome economic reports, I like to think of my boy lying naked in wait, restrained to near immobility. The vision keeps me stimulated.”
As Miss Imelda speaks her hand thrusts between the bars and slips away the blindfold. She steps aside as Roberto blinks in acclimating to the room light. He peers about the room as Miss Imelda moves to a kitchen area. A cork pops. Glassware clinks.
Large and luxurious, the space is a combination of el
