Chapter Thirty
There is blankness again. The drug induced dreams are incredibly clear and are, in fact, segmented as if viewing a series of movies. In darkness, Nicholas Strothers awaits the next feature...disappointed that his stint as a stallion was so brief...frustrated that the interaction with the alluring yet autocratic Motanda was so limited.
He wanted her...but in a strangely subordinate way...to please...to humbly kiss those shapely mounds...
But then the lights return to interrupt his thoughts. Another film begins to roll.
The form of Nicholas Strothers is presented on all fours...naked, of course. There is a leather collar. There are metal loops where a leash can be attached. Below the upturned face is a bowl. It is filled with dog food.
“Eat your dinner,” a feminine voice
