Annette Benson
There is something about living with the subservient naked male that spurs thoughts of conquest and complete capitulation. I have demonstrated to Peetie that I am omnipotent. After all, I keep his crushed balls stowed away in a glass jar. But with Willie there is an attitude of tolerance more than obedience...that he will accept my hospitality and shelter and endure...yet patiently await the time of day for when he moves on to the more mundane atmosphere of the college.
He has learned to control himself admirably. With his infibulating lock obviating most normal collegiate activities such as dating and social intercourse, thoughts concerning the opposite s*x must be confined to me. And that tongue is beginning to approach Peeties skill. I will have to allow him the privil
