Chapter Forty-Seven
Jack makes for a delightfully clumsy maid. The morning of my tea party I have him practicing, wearing heels impossibly high, wrists donning Posey cuffs, silver tray attached, separating hands rendered useless for all but serving tea and biscuits. I teach him to curtsy and for some reason bringing him to politely smile is a chore.
“I don’t want to do this... to look like this, Miss Kelly,” he said with such childish pouting.
“Oh, Jack. You’ll do and look as I please... and enjoy it. Think... you’ll be wearing clothing... for a while. And during the afternoon I will free your p***s so you can show off. You so much like that,” speaking as if to a boy showing reluctance in taking his first train ride. At afternoon’s end he’ll not want to get off.
Jack is naked, p***s
