Chapter Seventeen
Enough. We’ve earned our fee and the girl talk is wearing. I bid all a good night, reach into my bag and toss Jack his frilly pink panties. The budding dominatrix smiles.
“He does not object?”
“That’s the only undergarment he’s allowed... since he was a boy.”
Jack steps from his perch, grateful the show is over. In putting on his panties I next toss him his blanket. Bringing him to these parties in partial dishabille always makes an impression... and puts him into his subordinate frame of mind.
When I walk him about outdoors, to and from the car, with only a blanket and panties for cover, we are within the law but otherwise Jack’s exposure is fulfilling for me and nicely humbling for him.
“How do you find a boy... like Jack?” the girl who is so inquisitive asks.
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