Unnamed Island, South Pacific – Midday, October 23, 2008
“Come, my Gimp. You no longer need to tension your springs for exercise. Just follow the leash.”
Hope of rescue abandoned, Captain Cocoa no longer expends inordinate time scanning the horizon. Instead she has taken to walking her Gimp, the fine island sand perfect for he led about on hands and knees.
“Oh, that’s a good boy, so obedient for your Captain Cocoa.”
Keeping her Gimp blindfolded, Captain Cocoa basks her fine nakedness in the tropical sun as she directs her freed pet. Despite the warmth she feels goose bumps, the thrill of having just one of many sordid fantasies come to reality. Her Gimp lumbers on all fours, hands and knees. With his ankle cuffs secured to his balls he must be careful to shuffle forth with his feet poi
