Chapter Twenty-Two
Miss Luana
The drug and days of severe bondage, all instituted under the auspices of the Dominant woman, have a marvelous effect. Jasmine leads a very obedient Mr. Dalton out of the clinic. I stand in wait in a defacto tacking area I have set up under the clinic building’s porte-cochere. The saddle and waist belt hang on pegs along with the custom crafted anal insertion and a small selection of correction instruments.
He appears as excited as a puppy. Obviously after the hours and hours of bondage and the humiliation of lying naked to be inspected, and then fed and bathed like a child, makes him eager for the freedom of the outdoors. Over time, he will also develop eagerness for being run and for the feel of the guiding hand of a Dominant woman and her crop.
A simple
