ThoughtsTummy down on the short bench, thighs parted, neck encumbered, hands and arms rendered useless... as always on Indiening Island, I lie in pensive silence, ostensibly to sleep. But the day’s events, ending with teasing cunnilingus... near cunnilingus... brings emotional stimulation... more than the physical.
I think of wife Edie, seeming to become more calloused and aloof to my plight each day, the recipient of continuous analingus, exhibiting no compunction that I, as her husband, would show concern... possibly physical rage, freed of my bondage. She seemed to very much enjoy seeing me at the end of a girl’s leash... not to mention where I was leashed... intrigued with the disclosure that I had begun calling my handler ‘Miss Beth’.
There has always seemed to be a degree of disdai
