A Disturbing Journey“A nice walk on the beach? You may speak.”
It is another glorious day, and the beach is pleasant but the view sullied. Wife Edie sunbathes... and I know the parameters of how she lounges about... with a pixie named Jamie.
So the suggestion riles... and Miss Beth knows it riles.
I remain silent, looking down at the loop of pink cloth encircling my scrotum... my enlarged scrotum. Miss Beth turns, noting my visual inspection. She tugs... a gentle playful tug.
“You’re feeling more and more complacent under the leash, Mr. Burgess. It’s quite telling. But your time to freely prance about in the pasture will come. And you’ll feel equally subordinate... and joyful... being exercised by the dogs. You’ll learn to obey them... just as you’ve learned to obey me.”
The notion do
