Chapter Twenty - Eight
At last, Ilona enters to add brightness to a sun filled room. I have not seen her in some two weeks. I judge the time to be before noon as I have been well exercised and Yolanda has bathed me and left me to my endless idle thoughts... those of Missy’s precocious yet stern hand... those of Mary’s sweetness and gentle kindness.
Youthful feet patter and she seems to glide across the room. Ilona wears a loose silk sarong and apparently nothing else... not even shoes. She beams with pride in noting my state of peculiar arousal. Gretchen saw fit to have me perched on the stool for the process of adhering my naked form to the stanchions. And after sliding it from under my feet the resulting tension on my neck collar has produced the expected consequence... a very stiff st
