Chapter Forty Four
Extortion Material
Jim and I quaff brews in the living room. Christy stands nearby ready to serve at the snap of my fingers. Her p***s remains standing. I detect some prostatic fluid beginning to flow. Yes, it evidences the quirky joy of the masochist, deep within the forced exposure excites... made up as a girl brings odd delight... yet she has verbally protested her presentment. Christy still does not understand her psyche.
I press the recorder to sound the buzzer. Christy once again looks down as her subconscious complies with my harsh conditioning. The p***s immediately begins to soften. Jim is again impressed.
“A governing woman’s dream,” he observes, wriggling his finger for Christy to approach.
She steps forth, servile to all, especially my guests. Jim takes
