Chapter Six
I wouldn’t want you to think that punishments were frequent. I didn’t like to cross Roland. I tried to be good and please him. And in return, he was the most wonderful lover, continually astonishing me with his inventiveness, tenderness, and seemingly effortless ability to control my responses.
Early one Sunday evening I remember him calling me into the bedroom.
“I’ve got you a little present,” he said.
My eyes lit up. He handed me a box wrapped in shiny paper. Quickly I tore off the paper and opened it. Inside was the strangest garment I had seen, a pair of black rubber underpants. On the inside of the gusset were moulded two dildos, one small, and the other one larger. I stared at Roland in amazement.
“Put them on,” he said.
“You must be joking,” I said. “I can’t wear t
