Chapter Thirty Four
Closeted Slut
I absolutely love seeing him this way!
And I love showing him off thus even more. It gives my already incredibly expansive ego such a wonderful boost. Giggling a little with uncontainable excitement, I lead Zelda, my incredibly scrumptious new girlfriend, through the magnificent master bedroom of my million-dollar mansion to the tiny, unfinished corner closet where I keep my virgin husband whenever I’m not using him. With a wink and a grin, I throw back the three heavy dead-bolts and then dramatically yank wide the heavy, steel-core oak door, exposing him lying there just as I left him this morning: tightly hogtied on the bare concrete floor of a five-foot square cinderblock cell. Zelda crows with delight at the sight, and as usual I can’t help boasting
