Saying Goodbye“My lord, Mort you look so silly kneeling like that with your balls so exposed. I feel an urge to kick,” wife Edie snorts.
I heard foot steps behind me many moments ago. Nothing to be seen with my head and neck restrained, I assumed it was one of the handlers. Instead it has been my wife looking over me.
“Oh I forgot, you’re not permitted to speak without a woman’s permission. It’s a good rule... should be worldwide,” Edie quips, evidencing her advancing level of misandry.
With the mockery, I must assume she is in agreement with the level of confinement, bondage exacting care afforded the donors of Indiening Island.
“So speak. I know it’s early but I’m on the first boat back to the main island.”
Yes, Miss Beth has not yet arrived for morning ablutions, so though the nigh
