Chapter Twenty-Six
So much aware of Jack’s inner need, his craving for feminine control, forced exhibition, I once again slip away his blanket and toss it the back seat.
“Take off your panties for me. It’s a nice day for you to ride naked.”
My command comes as we traverse the Queensborough Bridge. It’s a warm day so I open the windows, the rush of air over Jack’s hairless skin highlighting his nudity. He must show displeasure, but I know it to be a subterfuge, secretly enjoying being completely bare with a woman in control.
Drivers of automobiles assume that Jack is merely shirtless. But when I pass a truck I slow the speed and honk, bringing the attention of the driver. Looking down he can quickly ascertain Jack’s state of complete dishabille, the gleaming steel c**k cage evidencing J
