Chapter Fifty
The Summer Begins
Just as the best trained dog will transgress, vigorously straining at the leash, barking at the unknown or the unnecessary, Christy’s conditioning wavers from time to time. Slow to tumefy, reluctant to become flaccid, fortunately never blatantly violating rule two... touching.
Still, a woman’s authority must be constantly and consistently applied, her level of control and governance not ever open to trifling.
It is for this reason that with the first weekend after semester’s end, I cancel Christy’s Saturday beauty parlor appointment and upon my arrival home from the Institute, callously place her in cuffs and strap her to the mattress in the spare bedroom. I catheterize, slip the gastric tube into a throat too willing, slip in the ear plugs, wire her
